involuntary
necessary signals sent
heartbeats and breathing

A Hello Poetry song*

I came on the site today
To see what I could see
I wasn't quite sure how I felt
A bit depressed and wee

I went through my poetfriends
Find someone who could help
Read something uplifting
To reboot myself

I looked at a poet
Who reposts other's ink
And sure enough, I found some stuff
The whole kitchen sink!

I went down the repost rabbit hole
Just to have a look
Down the repost rabbit hole
To read some people's work
Down the repost rabbit hole
To find a different way
Down the repost rabbit hole
I learn more each day!

I'm quite sure you've been there
Looking for someone who
Has ♥'d one of your poems
And found someone NEW!

If you love adventure
And like to be free
Come down the repost rabbit hole
Yes, come along with me!

I'm down the repost rabbit hole
Where it never ends
Down the repost rabbit hole
Finding my new friends
Down the repost rabbit hole
I'm no longer blue
Down the repost rabbit hole

My next friend is YOU!

Embrace it
Except it with open outstretched arms
Imagine the beautiful silence no one will hear
The taste of ash on dead lips
The sweat smell of decaying flesh
The crumbling monuments of shortsightedness
Finally all will be equal and free
Finally all will be on the same side of the argument
Finally all will have peace and justice
Embrace it
Except it with open outstretched arms
All sins will be washed away in the blink of an eye
Fire purifies all
No more wars or violence
No more overcrowded jails
No more unpaid bills stacking up
No more fuxing lawyers or traffic lights
Black heart will finally have a fitting home
Wretched souls will finally be obliterated
Embrace it
Except it with open outstretched arms
Love the idea of it
Look forward to it
Rush toward it headlong
Push your way to the front to make sure you get a good seat
Help facilitate it
Quicken its pace
Point it in the right direction
And push the big fuxing red button

I read and find the bestest lines
Are like novels on a shelf,
I read them over several times
And wish I written them myself!
PwL  6/8/15

Words!
Are not so easily put together
It is carefully orchestrated
You need to know the basics
Its a priceless skill mastered by those who never limit their imagination.
Those who never lose interest in looking deeper into things
So deep that they find themselves standing on the edge of their sanity.
Yes it can make you crazy
Everything does at one point.
I do not shed any tears!
But once my pen dances madly on that paper,the paper I use to project my thoughts.
I cry...
And as my pen dances more frantically it taps into my insanity
I love the way it dances to the tempo and frequency of my heart beat
When that pen hits paper
I cry...

I was looking in my grandmother's old vegetable plot
Searching in and amongst the fragrant sweet peas
When I found an old brown mud encrusted teapot
Tangled up in roots of old forgotten trees.
Then I found my grandmother's old rusty *****
This had seen some action back in its day.
I held the teapot close and the memories had stayed
Had visions of may poles where my Gran used to play.
She'd pour her tea, drink it then invert the cup
Twist it three times one way and then the other
Turn the cup the right way up
Funny old ways hd my Grandmother.
She had her special way of making a brew
And I loved her such a lot
Searching and recalling scenes and there are a few
I found happines in an old brown teapot.

Wasted
Alone in a land of wishes
Wanting to be wanted
Needing to be loved
Never realizing
It is in the very air
Taken in with every breathe
Waiting
In a world of half truths
And make believe
For a fairytale dream
Afraid to be dreamt
Longing
For what was deemed undeserved
In a life suffering in settlement
Searching
Through nightmares
For a pinpoint of light
For an alternate reality
For some semblance of home
Finding
What has always existed
What was birthed side by side
Created from the very same dust
Before time
Through time
Knowing
Loneliness no longer exists