The Artistic Poet's Dare

I am the artistic poet.
I write the words
You can not read.
I write the words
You can not see.

I am the artistic poet.
I write what visions
Some can dream.
I create the visions
Only few can see.

I am the artistic poet.
I write the heartbreak
Within my soul.
I write the words
Which spring from the purist form of hope.

I am the artistic poet.
I am the one whose work
Will be judged.
I am the one who will create
What songs can not be sung.

I am the artistic poet.
I am the one who communicates
My voice with words.
I am the one who speaks my soul
With the art of wisdomatic verse.

I am the artistic poet.
I write what is captured
In a short moment of time.
I create what transforms
I jot down a second
In the span of a lifetime.

I am the artistic poet.
My words will mean what I say.
My art will be taken in several different ways.
The subjective nature of the world
Will take what I create
Build up or destroy.
Convey or disdain.
Pervert or dessert.
Shame or deviate.

I am the artistic poet.
My work will be misunderstood.
But it is not the understanding which matters.
For the artistic poet,
What matters is for what the original piece stood.

I am the artistic poet.
Few will understand my mind.
Many will claim I am merely a face in a forgotten time.
Few will know the depth of my meaning.
Few will see the worth of a soul’s words
A soul’s quest for a deeper meaning and worth.

I am the artistic poet.
Some find me mad.
Those who are blind,
Find me lost in a mind of playful illusions
A mind they could never have had,
let alone a critic understand.

I am the artistic poet.
Try to understand my words if you dare.
More than one meaning.
More than one expression.
More than one value.
Go ahead,
Try to understand
The words written by my hand.
This is the artistic poet's poetic dare.