I interview myself

So why do you like poetry so much Mark?

I discovered poetry when I was child as a new way to express myself

I knew though that everything I wrote was crap

I believed that it might have some potential later in my life.

What I learned was that there are rules to writing poetry that make it possible to write good if not great poetry.

This was contrary to my first thoughts on poetry that a person could do anything and write free verse.

Yes I have done that, but to many failed poems and feeling like a bit a failure myself.

I don't consider poetry to be the weakest art form.

Somehow people have believed this nonsense.

I believe there are also many poets who seem to write poetry I consider weak who are famous.

The reality is many of the best poets have never been published.

I know WTF!

Yes I am sure many of the worst poets get the fame and what little money poets get.

History will show you if you go back far enough that poetry was king or queen for many centuries.

Look at Homer and Ovid today and blush because it shows that we have not been progressing as much as we believe.

Today at least Ireland hold poetry in high regard.

So after all that has happened regarding poetry I see that language is lost sometimes when we try to sound intelligent.   Sure, you will also find some of the most profound and interesting thoughts to be found in some form of poetry.

Long live poetry.
Besides the tides 

It is not what the ocean is

The farther you go out

The shore gets smaller

And there is nowhere to go

No map at all

You just lose yourself with your ship

Dancing lonely on the waves

Hoping there is some home 

To return to.


You can't just wait as you sail on

Time might mix you up

So the sun becomes a God

And the waves a billion mermaids

Holding the wheel

You have the feel

In the middle of it all

Washing the horizon

Thoughts of embracing

Lots of seconds in your arms

I can't stop.
Wow

God that was neat

Thanks for that

Purple light

Where I stand

As I sit

Looking up at the stars

And their full of them

For tonight

Rabbit got the key

Crossed the bridge

Found out

Yes I did

Broke the mirror

No more distorting

Got myself something

Got something now

Thanks 

Oh God

Please keep it up

It is not easy

But I believe

Yes life is good

I broke the mirror.

The word for Monday is of course: LOVE


We run in angles

We are holy angels

In silk trench coats

Gliding with eyes

As eyes can see

When reality falls apart

And then there is 

A dream.
An ever expanding raisin

Expanding like a cloud of imagination

Not an ordinary cloud at all

It changes every second from large to small

Things seem to appear within it

Lightning never comes

But you sure as hell can feel it

This little raisin in my hand.

Spider Sense?

Spiders have a mythology for me

The can appear

1.  Crawling

2.  In a web

3.  Not crawling and not in a web

In #3 is where I can not help myself but be reading things in that might be considered my imagination

Basically I see that when something big just happened.

They seem to help stamp it

With a yes something big indeed just did happen.

I know this is not science

But the odds are based on experiences that there might be a correlation. 
Bird watching has me seeing turkey vultures anew

It is not a horror story bird at all

These birds are connecting with the air like no other

They catch the air currents with unbelievable grace

As enormous birds oddly they are not predators

Their wings are more perfect for flight than eagles

They rarely flap their wings

So think again when you see one

This is a great animal indeed.

Google does not play fair.


Before God (The universe) was discovered it was all about (Ra) The sun.

Animals known for the sun

All forms of cats, which were indeed worshiped

Also hawks, known as protectors of people by another culture.

The sun gives

Most notably Vitamin D which the pills really fails to give

Also the sun is not only generous by warmth and light

But it was said that by having sun light enter the eye from an angle (not damaging to it):
That the sunlight would do miracles for the mind.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U6tV11acSRk
Nothing much to say

As hope jumps like a monkey

As nothing is like a monkey

Not I 

Not you

We are so advanced

Just look around

Look at all our

Cool doo-dicky-dads!

That is what I call

Future.