Things are shifting in the direction of poetry.

Once unleashed from long hiding it becomes tantalizingly irristable to the soul.  There will be no turning back.

Great Expectations are Pip's weakness.

Or not?

You Decide?!

And consider Bill Hole!

Poetry only seems easy to write because of how far a poet can improve and that even "Bad poems" can be good!

So mark me,

Make no mistake about poetry

I can do far more than confuse

In order to make a new magic

That is as old as you

Or maybe it is DNA

You can't refuse

Take a drink

With a muse

Now!

For a rule

Enchanting you!

Enter the golden room

Grab the finest seat

Then your heart

She has a way

Mystery

Now!

Drift away

Into a sea of cosmic space

Like a waking dream

I enter into

Here

Where the room disappears

I hold you hands

Water onto beaches

Living in the air

No cares

Free

Hither enters the cup

And the magic sign of

Peace and

Love!