Biography of Albert Ahearn
I am a rogue poet that rarely follows traditional poetic form. I write for my own pleasure only, not for consensus.
I am intelligent and eccentric. I can be profound or profane. I dance to the beat of one drum- the drum that I created.
I know what love is but I am confounded by hate. I believe in a higher order of things; at the same time, I am repelled by false tenets and promises that the gullible majority is fettered to.
I believe that independence and individual achievement enable society to survive and thrive. I dismiss faith and hope beyond empirical reason-the kind that makes an independent, free-thinking mind feeble.
An old church stands with a spired steeple
Amidst the townspeople at Fox and Main
Where the hypocrites pray for sinful souls
And clergy holds sermons that entertain.
Within this sanctuary lined with pews
And opalescent glass and glittering gold
Odoriferous breaths of morning booze
Betray inebriants among the fold.
The Sunday sermon lectures temperance