Who are you!
Who are you to call me dead.
I am the author.
I am the poet.
These words you read are mine
and mine alone.
On this work
is all rights reserved.
Who are you
Who are you to say the author is dead.
With each word i breathe.
The rhythm is my pulse.
The poem is my soul's cry from within me
Contained in this written form.
My poetry is evidence of my life.
I am not dead but alive forevermore.
Who are you to call me dead?
Who are you to disregard my intentions
my opinions, my life
in favor of your own ideas.
To disregard me is to disregard my poetry.
Each poem is a piece of me,
whether i distance myself or not.
I am still the poet.
it was my,
my intentions, my opinions
and my mind and my soul
that gave birth to what you read.
Why argue amongst yourselves about interpretations.
You have a right to yours
but that does not make it more important than mines
or my opinion.
You book reviewer!
What makes you think you are so smart.
What makes you think you know anything.
Your interpretation may only scratch the surface
and fail to unearth the true treasures that lie within.
I the poet am the key.
I am the key to these treasures.
The treasure of true understanding.
Understanding of what my work really is about.
Do not dismiss me
nor act as if I'm dead!
Yes, my poetry may have intended or unintended
effects on you.
this much is true.
But it is still my poetry.
it belongs to me
whether intentionally or accidentally
it is my words that cause you to react so.
i am the poet!
This is my work!
Who are you
Who are you to profess that you know more,
know more about MY work than I myself?
You arrogant fool!
Keep your opinion!
Say what you wish!
But dare not act as if I'm dead.
dare not think that MY intentions in MY poetry
is of no value at all.
I am alive
and you are my witness.
My poetry is my soul's voice
and without me there is none of my poetry.
So the next time you read it.
Know you are reading a piece of me.
And you are a living witness to my life and legacy.
I am not dead,
My poetry is proof of this...