How to poet?

Poets have to deal with a combination of poetry reality..

Many can be learned and practiced

Some skills happen and the poet can't explain how they came about.

It is the reason poetry is the greatest art, as the creative energy is intense then, like tequila.

Caught a cougar by it's tail!


Corperate radio is a soul sucking experience!

Are they responsible for this deadening Sunday feeling

To flee to a church one assumes is gathering to uplift

Thanks to the great songs made for Jesus

Come on Jesus and hit me one more time

And still I rise

At a store

Shopping

For emotional support!

Because now we're stressed out

For the good old days

And you say I'm crazy

But I'm not the only one

Hit me

Hit me

Mister T!

Give me a sample of your coffee

And butists watch death!

Thy eternal sunshine/summer shall not fade!

Fire will come in the soft world of love

Luck will play to fortune

As the timing of a wing beat

I feel to attend and see

All the odd attractions

As unfathomable seas.

I wish you the greatest happiness.


I tend to feel that life happens in the minds eye and reality requires strange geometry we have not anymore.


Shakespeare died on the 23rd of April. It is his 400th birthday in a week or so!

Nobody does it better

Makes me feel sad

For academics

Nobody does it 1/4

As good as you

Why did you have

To be so good

You ate the bread

And nicely wed

The language we

Love to play

As a kind song

Rolls on and on

Rock on Bard

Rock on!

It seems you underestimate..

A habit for night travelers

Thinking themselves superior

The hide in shadows

Sending forth darkness

Devious spirits.

Reality a simulation?

I'll get back to you on that one.