Poetry is Life,
forming forms of forever.
It is feeling, I Am.
It is facet.
Words of protection within safes,
worn about the neck.
It is to live.
It is a tent.
And, future lands to conquer.
The virtual, seeking for what's real.
It is mined.
And found on sidewalks.
It is reaching, and constricting.
Just the wonder of air, without why.
Treasures in breath.
Measures of wept naked gold.
Melancholy & histeria.
Perpetual liberation defying restriction.
Travel & destination.
That which "pisseth" off!
And he who pisses-on...often.
The knowing that dissolves mental walls.
The growing list.
The unexpected length.
The Infinite holding finites hand.
The unknown discovered by accident.
Sure feelings uncertain about uncertainty.
The, "How we come up on Love".
And, The What & The Who can get down.
And change...and I Am my Brother's keeper;
My Sister's protector.
The bank collecting dollars of compassion.
What I must forgive.
The evolving paradigm.
Never trapped within my cells,
unless I choose to only see IT that way.
Thanx for checkin' in...
What is your poetry?!