This was in response to deuce's poetry challenge on 06/30/2008 A.D. The underlined words were required ones and I was not too hot on the idea of enforced words. deuce is the poetry world's Hitler!!!!!! kidding....sorta
Please explain your confused feelings.
Toward poetry and its wretched "artistic" ceilings.
For a poem looks queer and trite when forced to steer away from it's divine right.
Forever I will stay.
This noble connection to mother freedom.
Her bosom our conception.
In thy passing I will not moan but mirth.
Your own rebirth you shall
ignite like the mythological phoenix on it's very first
electric night.
