on genius

unnoticed, he scribes quietly
the art captivates, his whole soul put
without fear of baring, unbridled glee
rather die fast than go silently

and the second smiles, laughing at this poor fool
what does he know? fake prophets and false truths?
god is not metaphysical,
a paradox, which doesn't exist
so if you subscribe to god's will, you shall not kiss
that virgin which you scribe of,
truth
eternally untouched, the forbidden fruit
but don't forget, metaphors run true

he touches his pen, o' deep philosophical words
gibberish with no meanin', and apostrophes that jerk
your random references have no depth
but some men dive still, into its traps

yet another watches on, with no comment
empty vessels and broken noises speak more than he can
you lie! a bold exclamation
hypocrisy bears its teeth at every resurrection
for that is the essence of rebirth.. isn't it?

the first just writes on, unperturbed
driven by Athena's light, he runs berserk
through the familiar words, solace at long last
but rest not weary traveler, for your zenith has gone past