The Poet Never Known

The Lost Poems

Spoke amongst them
with valor,
his voice many heard...
Presence of authority,
Silence when he spoke-
A toke of peace, lite
many fires,
in Hollywood bungalows,
with little girls, dirty
women, WHORES!!
No fear to criticize;
So critic...
This is my philosophy,
living testimony of
another chance in
Knowledge they saw in
my eyes, confirm with
words that discontent.
Seed of envy are their
pupils, seen through,
heard never listened-
Invited never welcome.
Deny my art, my love
for the spoken
Not like the crowd,
They know, I know,
they are fools!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Deny my art, you are a fool!

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