Raw Poetry by Rev. Shakes Spear
Just Because (The Art of Now)
Beauty for the sake of Beauty,
For the Holy Audience of one;
What shall I make in the name of Love
Because I can and just because?
I don’t need a reason
To bleed the ink away,
Love is still in season
So Love shall have its say.
Who Am I to stop it?
What Am I, a God?
Tell me, my sweet Prophet,
Do you find it odd
That Thou Art and Art Though
The Creator of the Art of Now
Formed with tools made of thoughts
So that Thou begets what Thou begot?
Maybe its just me, we’ll see...
When it’s all said and done
I’ll either share my Art with the dark
Or with the morning Sun.
It all depends on how it ends
Which comes down to the timing.
It’s hard to know how far to go
When you find your groove for rhyming.
Of course I could write a tragedy filled with epic drama
Or it may be a comedy if I misplace the comma.
The Gods may frown, smile, or smirk
As they do their final judging
But at least I’ve shown my work
- and in my work, my Loving.
5-8-24