LOVE OF A POET

Oh for the love of a poet. You should be so lucky. Or damned. Oh for the love of he who looks to die for his art. If only you were art. Oh for the love that relentlessly and unceasingly is love incarnate: breathing and alive and busting at the seams and joyously pining and exulting and euphoric and playing it all out and with music and see there’s just no other way, nor could there ever truly be, cause it’s incarnate and incarnate defined is: Embody or represent (a deity or spirit) in human form.

Oh for that love.

If only you were art.

Cause the love of a poet knows no bounds and when the love of one who looks to die for his art looks at the art in you, there’s just no other way, nor could there ever truly be- and if you don’t feel damned then, there’s no love of a poet for you.
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24 thoughts on “LOVE OF A POET

  1. You’ve nailed it. You’ve found a way to perfectly express emotions that are so hard to describe. This is a lively piece of work.

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  5. Awesome poem Pete wow! I love your wordplay and it made me think about my question I asked in that Youtube video. Amazing how we all think alike us poets. I so enjoyed listening to your SoundCloud spoken word version as well.

    I will be following you there as I am on it as well and have a poetry community started there and elsewhere. Super cool stuff bro! catch you on SC soon.

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