Interview question:

What are your religious views?

I try not to have any passionate religious views

That way I can learn more about religion and other things

Closing my mind or narrowing it is far more frightening than being called agnostic

I am not agnostic

In my quest for truth I indeed find some really neat tidbits I hold in my memory

But the real thrill is learning something new each and every day!!!!

Though I have little 

It seems too much at times

I wonder how people juggle

And smile as they do.

Through high ways

And tunnels

Perhaps to lose themselves

When ads pop up

And pills pop in

You can call this the upside-down

Lolly pop culture.

Sugar Daddy

Now that what special

So were the trees which rained flowers unto me

Why is nature so wild as it is

As the baby is born

It is born knowing what it wants

Such a strange thing

I could give you lessons on many things

Who knows the mail man will

If he is willing

Likely he just has mail for you

Hold it across your breasts

Speak every sentence

Wrapped in sugar.

When did I really know I was a writer?

I always wasn't sure until it hit me socially.

I showed up at a wednesday writing group

Something was new and it was me

After I read each time we went around the circle I got these reactions

Like people were stunned

It was never the plays on broadway or anything else I wrote

It was when my peers looked at me with this shocked look

And I think that night I looked up at the stars and said

Why me?

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.