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Tom
Higens … The Illiterate Poet AKA … T. Crawford - Crawford |
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Tom Higens has been a
fixture in the NY Entertainment for well over two decades. As a writer,
entertainer, storyteller and PR person his realm stretches from the world of
Reinsurance and Historic Festivals and the Lecture Circuit to the world of NY
Cabaret and on into the world of Web Radio. |
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POEMS Poems are the theatre of the heart Hallmarks on high Their words house the hopes House the dreams House the all the heartaches, heartbreaks and agonies of the
writer They declare the divinity and or the mundanity of the mind’s eye They hold the joys and the jubilations The prayers and the platitudes of the dreamer They attempt to define all that is divine within the poet They attempt to detail the destiny and or the diversity of all
mankind Sweet, wonderful, romantic, painful poetry In essence the earthly manifestation of all that is majestic In essence the earthly manifestation of all that is divine In essence poems are a theatre of the heart In the Cathedral of Humanity Copyright2008 All
Rights Reserved Upon Morning Sky I am exactly what the gods created me to be unrepentant So bless me father for I have not sinned There is no sin in twilight There is no sin in mid-night There is no sin in nightingale's song Nightshade's lust inspires me Belladonna bemuses me I write with inkless quill Upon morning sky Mystic and alchemical text Script hidden from prying eyes Obscured from wretched souls by morning mist and dawn's dew Sisters of the nightingale's song shall know of it See it Read it Translate and understand it They speak the language of punctuation by star and planet and
moonbeam They shall know They shall see They shall read They shall translate and understand the message and magic of
moon glow Into twilight Unto mid-night ... Amidst nightingale's song Belladonna and Nightshade will bemuse me and inspire me As I write with inkless quill upon morning sky Copyright 2008 All Rights Reserved |
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Obscurity thy name is ass hole.
On the stage of life you are the essence of evil. As an antagonist you
provoke not only the lust but also the need for profit and greed. You nourish
egotism and those sociopathic tendencies that hearken only to the call of
fame. In the end you fool us so that we deny our own self worth so that we
carry on without realizing that the foundations of the universe are lain upon
our backs and built by the sweat upon our brows. Today I give you the
spotlight. Today I place you in the
limelight. I place you there not because you want it. I place you there not
because you need it. I place you there not because you deserve it but rather
because you shall wither and die in it. Obscurity thy name is ass hole and on
the stage of life you are the essence of evil. |
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