To the Thinkers of the world...
No need to edit, my grammar correct, for how I write is my effect.
So lost was he, yet he is found, entombed in earth, on sacred ground.
His love is there, designed for sight, for all the swans and birds in flight.
But now in love, he's in a place, of lips and cheeks without a face.
His tears are streams for making lines, his books are verses, in muddy brine.
It's natures relish, a pickled marsh, carved in earth when times were harsh.
"Wherefore art thou", is where's my Art? For acts of Art, are what play the part.
Centuries have passed, and his Love grows today. But not in his books, his words or plays.
His masterpiece in Nature, the folio lost in time, is a volume of Art, for the wise man to find.
Where Eden is Bleeding
The plays lived on from the moments they were born
By the picks and the feathers, it was written
The Bard, it is heard, never misses his word
When the bait of his wit, is bitten
In the book of his plays, lays the secrets that he laid
For the truth, it's always been hidden
His monument is stone, but it throws out a bone
Where the Master of Wit will be sitting
The eyes do cry, as words do lie
Where the Garden of Eden is bleeding
As Heaven turned hell, by the stroke of their scythe
It's paradise that's lost for a reason
They're staking their claim, while carving their name
By the pit, that is ripe for the season
When the Hermit in Hell, starts ringing his bell
It's the tones, in the ears, that are pleasing
It's the words in between that tell of his scenes
Where the art, in nature starts growing
And all the men knew, as these poets did too
It was the Devil in the reeds that was mowing
The years went by and the mission was long
When the Prince of Wit went missing
Now seven years passed, it was time to go home
For the Will, of the stage, will be showing
When the curtain did rise, it was a witty disguise
By the way the actors did read them
For the earth is the stage, and the earth is their page
As the Globe provided the forum
And the Devil was there, just sitting in a chair
Holding them all for ransom
And when the show ended late, his words became fate
As the crowds, just started to cheer 'em
So, only those know, how the story really goes
