Love at first sight is but an arrow away.
If Cupid's bow would fire,
maybe this dead man's pyre
would be simple wood for a blaze.

Turn off the lights, and say what you see.
I hope it's love for life and a gentle plea
to hold on to whats right in front of you,
because you don't know what you have til its gone.

I hope nothing but love for you,
because I have already lost.
Time has past, and I already know the pain
that comes with removal of the Cupid's arrow.

My world is not of the written word
It cannot be numbered
held captive on a so called page

My world is liquid
as sea , rain , snow or ice
It can be hot , cold , or entice

My world is cloudy
It thunders after it flashes light
My world is wrong , my world is right

There are no words that bind my life
I won't be delegated
to exist in the black on white

I will not be staved
by the limited sways
of the written words upon the page

Honesty takes the form of liquid dreams
Bottled
Secreted away in a nighttime apothecary
Once asleep
Drip, drip on the eyelids
A poisonous dream
Cracks reality open
Molten truths emerge scalding the day

A daytime waking drink leads to weightlessness,
shorn wings
angles into edges into daggers
Everything is leaning
noontime lunch dances together
as memory bubbles burp images of noble flights

Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.

— Carl Sandburg, 'Poetry Considered.'

Ever since you left me
I haven't been able
To write a decent poem
Worth two likes
You were my
Inspiration
I guess