I am keen to know the difference between a deeply personal journal and a poem.

In my world there is no confessional poetry.

What rips up this this this

Is the drama we are in

Lies in gold sheets

For the charms that lead home

The cares I would take

Fortunes ready to birth

Each time To almost 0

Visions dance on ocean

On oceans calling you

Say la la la say shalom

The tower is growing!?

D + G equals N - M rare 2 (Constant and expanding)

Beware of slow acting quick sand.

And that erosion

It is real.

Who is poetry..

I imagine poetry to be a hermaphrodite

An ethereal creature which taps our skull

Most refuse to listen to the music

Yet some open their heart and Imagination

Oh what place and other dimensWs

We connect into something inside

And beyond the minds eye

The spirit dares us to dare

Knowing the cowards

Who fear the marvels of creation

The door into dreams and stories

A place of untold magic

Waiting to be from signings

And scribbled words from

Hearts.

How to duplicate yourself like a pro..

First put whip cream on your head

Spin around five times saying hubba bubba

Dive onto the ground

Act like you are a cat

Then anounce yourself as master of galaxy

Drink some cranbury

And attempt a very loud fart

In a secret place

Then do ten squats

Pinch your nose

And finally

Hug yourself selfie.

I believe in myself,

And not in your hell.

Sorry.

Easy Breezy is a good pal to sail away with and it gets really amazing,

With Alice screaming at the birds

And the delightful waves

Of elegance

For changing expressions

Wild dances around the mast

Alice is a bit older now

And

The

Story must go on!

The bees have become bees silly!

Is that why you are so happy?

No,

I just love boats, that all

Feels like being free on the sea

Tra la tra la

Then dance with me he he

If Dinia could see me now!


I know she would say

Meow!

Do calm down Alice!

SUDDENLY THERE HE WAS BILL HOLE THE ONE AND ONLY!

Oh no!

He wants to be my next yoga instructor!
Help!

Somebody save me!
Help!

This is awkward!
Help!

In the searching stars of the mind...

There be coins

For pirates eyes

Spinning around his head

Slamming him like a crowbar

And this makes you wonder

If I am a rabbit or a master

In sad places anger becomes

It is effortless almost

To let it down

That weighs upon you

To drink in life a bit

Then float on stars.

LAME OH YEA..

Just a small thing

Tiny blue flame

As it explores the air

Bodies collide

Keep something inside

Ears to your eyes

There are feelings

Trust me.