you know you do not write poetry
every now and again
- poetry borrows your fingers

There are no distractions
        at 3:10 A M

There's not even a breeze
       no stirring of wind

I sit alone in silence
        listening to nothing

No , no I'm not in any
        kind of suffering

Just letting my consciousness
        expand beyond the borders

Beyond the mountains
        and the sea's waters

Not even the space
        surrounding the stars

There are no limits
        as to just how far

My universe
        is my man made cosmos

A thought turning to whim
        Seen through like ghost  

I sit alone in silence
        but I'm not really lonely

I have all of my friends :
        mayonnaise , mustard and lots of baloney

City lights sparkle,
A concrete jungle on fire,
A stunned full moon.

Listen,
Learn,
Read,
Write,
Sing,
Laugh,
Love,
Dance,
Lean,
Defy,
Rebel,­
Reveal,
Encourage,
Portray,
Show,
Dismay,
Share,
and Live.