The script extracted from our minds

within the confines of a classroom

that is not poetry

the feelings

artificial

the meaning

absent

it is that of mindless amateur literature

and holds no beauty or depth

like the golden words of a

genuine artist

who uses a media of velvet words on a

bland and uninteresting canvas

concrete and blank

yet to be inspired upon

eventually to be made exquisite by the

colorless beauty

of a boundless and never-ending

vocabulary of love

-(e.a.)