`Just a poet `
My unconstrained way of poetry allows me express that individuality, digging into the profundities of my soul. With, those abstract musings, I'm able to confess those complex views of my own professed realities....
It may may not be that ideal cup of poetic tea, fortunately for me the seeds of my passion of utterances was sown long ago by those Van Gogh's, Picasso's, Munch's and Wyeth's of the world...
Yes, in deed, I'm just a poet of imagination expressing those devils from my hell's past, glancing from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven to write that poetry...
Yes, I my not be someone's cup of poetic tea, but, I am I deed just a poet, confessing those complex views of my own professed realities....
-sjbeaux
Art - GyoBeom An
- inspiration -
Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.
The lunatic, the lover and the poet are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt.
The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling, doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; as imagination bodies forth, the forms of things unknown, the poet's pen turns them into shapes and gives to airy nothing, a local habitation, and a name.
- Shakespeare William Shakespeare, "A Midsummer Night's Dream"
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