Idiosyncrasies of Exceptional Poetry

Most say it is just words. Others say it's just for fun. Some just hear roars That leave it undone... Some cases include escapism. Where the soul sheds pain To better support realism. And keep their life sane... Many use its perfection. Like an empty message that Stores a lot of intention And leaves our reality flat... I have my own reasons. Peculiarities of preference. Varying through the seasons. Using my mind as reference. The heart is the hand. Education is a door. The mind is the key. And the art, the lock... The human heart decides what the owner will do. It makes sure that your fights Will bring the joy to you. Education is the knowledge, Knowledge is the power. Schools are double-edged Swords for those who cower. The mind and brain are one. They give you the sight To smell what you have sung, And feel the Light's might. Now Art, is the soul's link. It's the journey and yet the destination. Never ever letting you sink, Proliferating gorgeous imperfections... In Art's Edenic garden Poetry permeates the diamond roots. Roots of trees and flowers Full of Pleasure, Beauty and Muse... I love poetry without reason And no doubt it loves me. And for a universe of reasons Is why a poet, I'll always be...