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[bodytext] => I write for those who go outside the box and climb over the fence defying the signs, Danger Keep Out, No Trespassing. They are the ones who dance along the precipice, doing pirouettes on the edge of the abyss between the real and the ideal.. And as others have tried to bridge that chasm with a structure made of old worm holed planks, myth and magic tied with twine, a string of lies, producing only an unfinished catwalk that juts out like a diving board. I write for those who will not take that leap of faith, but use mortar, stone, and steel in the here and now to span that gulf. I write for those who live outside the lines drawn by society, the biker, the hipster and the burn out, those who don’t want to live the life of the nine to five crowd, wear stuffed shirts, a suit and tie, and be a contestant in the rat race, running through the maze looking for a slice of the American Dream, that pie in the sky, that piece of cheese, to be number one, the big cheese, a king, an emperor, because they see the emperor has no clothes and the cheese is Swiss and full of holes. They see the Polly-O String is dangling. I write for them. I write for the musician, the artist, and the poet, those who don’t want to go with the flow of music. They seem to be tuned out or out of tune but they follow a different beat. They twist and shout, but they don’t dance when others call the tune, or agree with the choreography, it’s all hokey-pokey; a big hustle to join the line and do the glide. Call them wallflowers, I write for them. I write for the outlaw, the outcast and the outlandish. But they are not out of touch. They are what they are and I am what I am. I am a poet. I am on the outside looking in. I write for myself. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 151 [topic] => 69 [informant] => pvd [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 78 [ratings] => 16 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => poets )
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