"Licenses For Justice"
There
is legal justice and poetic justice.
There is a license to study law and a license to study poetry. Poetry is all art forms. These are similes and metaphors, but
which is more binding? The
metaphor or the simile? Who knows
the answer? Does a tree make a
sound to the world when it falls in the forest? Does the world make a sound in the universe should it
explode? Poetic justice and legal
justice. Yes for one and no for
the other. Which for which? Which question. Really a bitch of a witch or the pun of
an itch or a son of a bitch question.
Everyone has a license to practice poetry but not everybody has the license
to study law in this system of ours.
But what system does allow it?
That's an opinion, not a fact. A simile, but not a metaphor. Both are just in the sight of a God who
is sighted? No, we are sighted in
God's eyes. The world was born
deceased or alive? The answer is
to survive any way you can. Is the
world yours, or are you the world's?
Who will tell in this confusing secret? Not me. Maybe a
sunny day in May, or a cold day in Winter without any sun. Who can compare yellow to green? Truly anyone, no matter how smart or
stupid, weak or strong, rich or poor.
So in our own way we are all artists, painting the world to our
liking. I say poetic justice. Some say God is just, but we are
God. Are we just? Not necessarily, but poetic, yes? So God has a good sense of poetic
laughter's tears. The scream of a baby just born and spanked. Please God love your lives.
The Poet Called Jonathan Billet Who Loves
Marlenea
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