Hey.... let's do a community poem. Forget all the ideological crap and just make a poetic thread. I'll throw the first lines in.

@FuzeBar simply circumstances when the wheel has been spun;
endless games of chance
that are never lost or won....

@puck61 Fate is blinded here, it seems
By the same glow that alights auspicious dreams
Inspires the fickle wind, the gust
Caresses twilight's dancing dust

@FuzeBar Yet words are history's cheap whore,
and we the doubting shameful Johns,
who profane the very hand of fate,
and malign the sanctity of trust.........

And if words history's harlots be
What can be said of poetry?
A brutal swing by dead'ning Lust?
Or deft stroke of Aphrodite?

@FuzeBar Damn! You've done gone classical on me! Excellence! I have a classical quatrain habit too! It is a feather in your cap at least, or a sword in your hand at best!

@puck61 Yeah, it's hard to beat the staccato punch and that ABAB tightness haha. I'm definitely in a Robert Frost mood today, so that probably had something to do with it :p

@FuzeBar I'll throw this in there cause it is my classic example of quatrain and close to my heart. I hope you don't mind the divine reference.

[b][c=#003BB2]The Senses.[/c][/b]

[b]Sight, the colored canvas's in my mind
the sun the sea the land beneath
every thing upon which you've shined
your revealing light becomes belief

touch, the silent message born of love
another gift from life to life
to know the softness of the skin
to know the sharpness of the knife

Sound, the music of reality
the beating universal drum
Life's continuing harsh symphony
It's never ceasing gentle hum

taste, the message from the tongue to brain
the bitter warning not to eat
both pleasure or a type of pain
the polarity of sour sweet

Smell, the priceless talent of the nose
giving flavor to the air
wherewith we appreciate the rose
and separate the foul and fair

If we as all humanity
were simply accidents of time
what use would all these treasures be
to know both wretched and sublime
[/b]

Fantastic. I love the form of it, almost like a persuasive essay, each part named and remarked upon, tying into the conclusion at the end. And the existential question is something I've been pondering a lot lately. Why Beauty? Where does it fit into the Absurd existence and the brutal crucible of biological evolution? Definitely a key question for an artist to ask and it's worded beautifully here.

@FuzeBar Thank you!