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Light Mystery

IS LIGHT THE MOST REAL THING WE SEE AND NOT WHAT LIGHT SHOWS US?

POETRY IS WILD NONSENSE

  And with the help of the poet it reaches a form of intellectual intensity.  The poet attacks the irrational then in his own writing, yet still loves poetry more than prose.  In other words he dislikes poetry and prose equally. 

  I can't find Shakespeare around to get his opinion.  We all know he did not change his ways too much in his plays.  That might have felt a bit dull, and the early masters he loved were poets, especially Ovid.  To verse or not to verse?

Being a journalist helps me be a better poet.

Most poets tend to go very inwards for inspiration.  That was true for Blake, Rosseti, Dickinson as early examples.  Blake wrote a piece on experience ironically.  Many other poets do seem removed from the "Real" world around them.  Virgil was in Roman culture, but was likely way more involved in his writing to give much attention to the life around him.  No doubt Walt Whitman was also such a writer.  This is perhaps the kind of thing that attracted the Academy in the first place.

Here comes the love

Oh no

Everyone run

The sky is falling

A cloud full of doves

Good signs of things to come

Here comes the kindness

Run for cover

Here it comes

Loves awareness is flowing

Even your drink is getting sweet

This is not a trick

Now join the feast!

Bees

To locate is challenging

In pitch darkness on slippery leaves

All know as an impossible dream

Yet as important as good broth

For to heal from the sting

That smarts the brains with lightening

Into the blood system strange love

Like eating this evening is not my idea you thunder people

Demigods wailing in flower beds

Where the bee had died

And stung my head

While the music was forgetful

As the forget me nots were

Which bees wax dripped upon

The honey in the magic song

Oozing into reality

Winter covered them

But the lit up like Christmas lights

With perfect whiskey

For the coming dreams

Where I was breathing under the sea

Amongst the atoms of life

And phosphorescent blue coral

Waxing deliciously.

My first real selfies.

How exciting!

ME ME ME

Can you blame me

I like confetti

Love things like people

Who seem like things

So I don't get cynical

Seems like a true sin

To imagine a bunch of felons

Just for a tea party

People go mad and seek revenge.

So when the wheat fields rise

And sweet eyes full of love are here

Bored no more

The soul is light

And joy gets in during the night

For it begins with me

Making it happen

Day by day

White magic comes.

My eyes vision project

It shows that winter weather is most likely better for seeing.

Does new theoritical physics risk true lying?

Why even try

Just another black eye.