Who art thou
If not thou art?
I art me
Myself is art
Saying yourself is art
Is not blatant to say?
Not if in the speech
Gallant I be may
For we are both verse
Wouldn’t it be controverse
To art to be human?
Not at all
Art is expression.
And expression we are
If expression we are
And art is expression
Can we say we’re making art
In this poesie session?
We can’t only say
But we must
For we are poetry
And poetry is just
How can you say
That thou art just?
How could that I say
If not for God?
I’m god of my world
In the world of my God
So art you saying
Thou art god?
Every poet is a god
Of his own creation
But a subjugated god
To the one which is three
For we are feeble
And prompt to lust
Vis-a-vis to the Greater Creator
We art just dust
Now you came to the point
For dust we are
Small beings in the larger scope
From dust we came
Now something we art
Until to dust we return
In the meantime, let’s write and rejoice
With our brothers, fathers, sisters and mothers
With those who art our friends
For life is poetry
And God is life
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