SIn those distant days of the Druids, during those dark times, to be a Poet was a special calling. To the Celts to be a Poet was to hold a sacred office, even to be endued with supernatural powers and the capacity to see mysteries that only they could see, mysteries that ordinary mortals like you and me could barely comprehend! J There was a legend that went around Ireland in the days of the Celts, about a certain Salmon fish that lived in a certain river. If you were able to catch it and cook it slowly without burning it, and then consume it, you would be anointed into this sacred office of the Poet-Seer, even this very exclusive world of seeing and saying things that nobody else could. I give to you one such person, one who has undoubtedly caught this mystical Salmon, one who has eaten it and been anointed, one who has seen other worlds and their secrets, secrets revealed only to those with Poetic Priesthood’s eyes. He is known to those of us who have been captured by his Poetic spell as, Purple Robert,
Seer of Unseeable Things & Master of Magical Words!"
I am a performance poet , bruised by life, wrestling with the God of the Bible and the realities of life under this quickly setting sun.
Of course! However, I don't do nice and I do ask questions, BIG ONES! I love reality and am not a fan of religion, especially the Christian version.
Eh? It's obvious init? It's spiritual poetry, rooted in the bloody realities of the Bible , red in tooth and claw and wrapped in the struggles of real life.
I write and perform regularly, indeed, most of the time. Life is pretty boring without poetry and all true poetry is love poetry and revolutionary in its intent.
I have recently finished, '7 Poems for 7 Churches.' It's dinky little book packed with Dynamite, based on the 7 letters to the 7 churches in the Book of The Revelation of Jesus Christ
Of course! Remember, POETRY=POVERTY. Thus I also do other things to put bread on the table and most of it is centered around that most shocking book ever written. The Bible.
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If you have a martyr complex, this poem might just rid you of it.
This contains only Biblical Words..honest