For His Beautiful Losers

[richgmorgan]

We are beautiful losers, we do not forget to see
The holy native girl, her face a sky of peace

A hungry teenage prophet, hurrying down the street
Knowing his direction but not to where it leads

A President still simmering in his righteous juice
His soul emiting vapour, a cauldron of defeat

Caruso in a coal mine, cannot hear the breeze
Tenors who are gagged and bound, their audience to please

The self-encased philosopher
Who never found the truth

Celibate mathematicians
Lusting for a proof

Sight-seeing from a ledge, upon a land of paradise
Jailed without a lawyer, charged with unknown crimes

A poet sits in prison, abandoned by a muse
Imagining a keyboard that conceals a perfect rhyme

Losers blessed by beauty can never be at peace
Suspecting our complicity, within our own defeat.


[with love to Leonard]

[lightedpalace]

This is EXCELLENT. Thank you for sharing it!

- Siobhan