Space by space
Line by line
I look around and see....
Many shadows but no people
Many parties but no music
A dark sky with no stars or moon
I see shadows and no bodies
Running cars with no engines
As newspapers blow with no writing.
Am I dreaming is my thought
But still to find myself
Standing and looking
Seeing so much
With nothing going on.
The conversation I'm having
Seems to be very interesting
To only find out
I've been talking to myself.
(Ring ring), hello....no answer
With my palm to my ear
I start walking to the other side
It gets very dramatic as
I fight through a crowd of protestors
With no voices,  hands,  or signs.
I entered a store....
It had no door,  no employees,
And no stock.
So I entered the restroom....
No toilet and no sink.
There happens to be a soda can
On the floor so I picked it up
Quenching with thirst....
I cracked the seal to find myself
In disappointment and anger....
EMPTY
I exited the dry store
Back into the parking lot
Now through the crowd
Back to where I started
To find myself stuck in my
Own mind that is also absent.
As I take one final look around....
Nothing
No people
No cars
No me
EMPTY

I am the Poet, hear my siren’s song
My woven whispers ****** ways and words
Mesmerizing, you will feel you belong
Be part of an inner circle and be heard

Write with me, no lines will be false or blurred
Together we will create and be strong
There’s no need for pleasure to be deferred
I am the Poet, hear my siren’s song

I have been sad and alone way too long
Belonging together is most preferred
Creating brings joy, won’t you come along?
My woven whispers ****** ways and words

Take a chance and your senses will be stirred
Part of our circle, not lost in the throng
We are more together, grace is conferred
Mesmerizing, you will feel you belong

All ideas are welcomed, no thought is wrong
Just know this; your spirit won’t be interred
May our venture be successful and long
Be part of an inner circle and be heard
I am the Poet

krs
July 21, 2015

She smashes windows

and watches them fly

like tiny glass birds

and now and again

she likes to smash mirrors

that capture her eye

to see if she flies

the same...