No one understood his personality.
refused to acknowledge vulgarity.
He used wonderful gifts of poetical expression,
and wonderful conversation
to defeat any depression.
A great man was he,
fresh with passion and buoyancy.
He spoke of adoration and loyalty,
and the importance of family.
He gave young dreamers plenty of his time,
and a glimpse inside his mind.
existed the way he insisted,
and persisted until it blistered.
He loved the simplicity in his poetry,
ignoring those who dared to gossip and whisper.
Regardless of the mystery
he carried himself beautifully
and ridiculed those who dismissed life so horribly.
There was no indecision when it came to challenging derision.
He had answers to questions
and an explanation for his life's meaning and vision.
praised by friends
although enemies came as quick as death.
They simply failed to understand
and found it easier to follow the rest,
until the aesthete drew his very last breath.
No one understood his immortality.
refused to acknowledge normality.
He used wonderful gifts of poetical expression
and even in death
he still finds progression.