Poetry is
life...
passion....
which spills
and explodes
and spews forth...


it can get really messy

imagine the mess inside
when for
years
and years
and years

it doesn't get expressed

and when it
finally
does

you have to look
high
and low

for someone

to
receive it

you see the glazed over eyes
as you speak
your
words

your heart breaks

seeking for
that
knowing
kindred
spirit

and when you find
that
one....

how
fortunate
you
are
!!!!!!

cj