Is it plagiarism to copy the works of another when they are so complicit?
To place their works out in the open for all to see?
Does the weary soul really find relief from a spiritual tree?
Magic is science unexplained, and science magic explained, but which can God be,
for he forbad magic and has yet to be explained with science, not even for a fee.
Science makes him a figment to explain the world before science,
To guide morality before Geneva and Paris, their conventions and treaties of compliance,
useful among the civilized but wasted on the barbarian, defined not by tongue since.
The great poets of an earlier time hardly owned their works, and yet were conisidered great,
so great that today money is spent to study their works, lives, and circumstances.
Some believed that poetry could be written as a single outburst of emotional disturbances,
others felt it best to dull such things with a drink, or a drug of semblance.
All felt the need to write and compose, be it for wealth, fame or remembrance,
For was it not Shakespeare who made the famous claim that immortality came through poetry?
I claim now that any fool can write a line, any writer a poem.
But only a poet can inspire and intrigue with the mind, entertain and teach without dull,
elicit both joy and pain in a single stanza, all without words wasted nor extraneous conventions.
