I write for art sake, steal it if you will...
Add your name give it wings, let her fly at will
I care not my name you have removed in vain
For the heart of the matter flies not in vain
For my name matters not, but, the heart of the matter, rather the thing
If you can giver her wings loftier than I
Steal her I beg you and teach her to fly
For I care not for my name, but rather what she breathed
'Tis the content 'tis important, not the name ascribed to me
Steal this poem, its yours anyway
When the property becomes yours, then its no longer ours!
I write to the world 'tis free like the flowers
I know this however, no sequel shall there be,
For only I can pen me like me! And you like thee
But this poem take freely, pretend it is thee
'Tis the words need wings affixed, not the name underneath,
'Tis content not vanity, that the winds need to breath
So steal me take me, make me your own
Matters not my name, for it shall still roam
Steal this poem its yours from me
For I write for art sake, yes eternally...
Rodney Evan Bohen
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Reviewed by Katy Walsvik (Reader)
Reviewed on May 21, 2003
Ah, tis true, what you say, but your name attached to your words is not necessary, perhaps, anyway.. for your voice is unique, your thoughts and your approach are recognizable.. your gift is that you listen to your heart and write without rules or 'fences'.. Tis true, we may, each of us, share feelings, ideas, inspirations and attach our own name to the same human views.. the beauty of word and the wisdom of honesty is what allows us to set ourselves free and to blend our souls together. Words, feelings, expressions are not owned with names.. they are sent aloft to mingle, so that we can all find harmony. This one really made an impression on me, Rodney. It is SO you! (smile). katy.
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