Poetry to me is the central nervous system for the arts and creativity!

When poetry dies the world goes with it!

Weird as can be:

I don't know the reason but based on observations I am soon to look about 60% my actual age.  Not an easy feat!  Though being an odd genetic background, historical background, and now this!  Yep I'm an accidental weirdo.

There's a modern kind of friend where nothing "real" happens and it feels alright!

It is all online and eventually fear is the winner!

I read about the changes to the death penalty in California!

I cringed painfully!

Those words those words..

Have no no
No meaning to me
Deep sounds may empty be
Just an unholy rhapsody
I hear fishes escape the net
Happens constantly
If only I could believe in fairies
Not me, not me, not me
Just betting I'm a three
Four of a kind
Ace high

Estimates of a joker untrue
No wild card or fool
Playing it cool.

Here is an experience I had with poetry!

I read a poem that was about a page long that caused a room full of people to jump to their feet clapping and cheering.

Now does this alter your thoughts about poetry?!

M News Flash!

A little nothing happened at noon

Followed by high annoyance kids

Lastly calm drivers aiming uplifting

Followed by yesterday's old world

In the hands rather than money

Bags holding her eyes up flames

Rocks left in ashes not collected

Weaves a reflection solution

Last meal eaten

Cannabis brownies

Unreality!

Of course..

Take the wind

Touching tree leaves

Hands touch hands

Love those moments

These are the times of

Life and love perhaps

Waiting in a sunrise

Heating the heart wise

Transitions freedom

All the world is fishes

Teams in the great sea

Perhaps a rising sun

A new day all of

A sudden!

A sudden!

Taste of wisdom

Glass shatters to reveal

Something coming

Faster than light!

With a little luck..

Something good might come

Yes I am into luck

So luck is into me

We even make out sometimes!

ha.

Do you feel a strong lack of meaning and purpose that a corperate world is not providing.

Mister Uplifting to the rescue!

This a wharf not in India, but America.

The land of unusual problems.