Did you know
you can dance
even when you're sad?

It may seem inappropriate
to shake your hips
while your heart is exploding
But I swear-
some of my best dances
I did with my heart in a sling
and my soul in a cast.

Draw an invisible circle on any surface,
turn up music that flies in the face of your sorrow
and give it up to the sky

The worst that will happen?
you'll break a sweat
The best?
try it for yourself
moonwalk through your despair
and get back to me.

Dance.
Even when you're sad.

Anything can
look like a poem
and sound philosophical
simply by moving
the words on
different lines.

Am I doing it right?
Is this
really
talent?
Art?
Effort?

I think I am trying.
Really, I am
I go back and change the order
and I break lines
where it sounds right
But it does not take me long.
Not at all.

I try to be
intentional
and call it natural rhythm.
Instinct and style taking over
I alternate between
agonizing every detail
like When to Capitalize
and publishing free form poems without looking over them twice.

How is writing supposed to feel?
Should I labor?
or should it flow?
Or do I get to decide?

I think the things I talk of
mean something
at least.

But am I just
pretentious?

fooling myself into thinking that
using common poetry formats
somehow makes my work worthwhile?

One glowing time at winter night
while the stars wait in silence
the poet thinks of wrong and right
craving for unknown guidance.

Standing on the edge of univesre
where is the place of existance
quiet drops of thought disperse
in the emptiness of persistance.

What one desires the uttermost
is different from a single favor
the vast boarder of the life's coast
surrounds the desparate engraver.

The poet is the masterpiece of art
the creator of emotion and beauty
the drop of saddness in the heart
the poet engraves the life in melody.

I see a lovely sunset
from the opposite side
of the sky
hidden in trees
covered in green
wrapped around orange hues and in sky blue
now fading into
pink
soft shocks
to my heart
I know
I'll find that room
that state of mind
the place where my heart comes together

it's fading out
the dead moon
is rising
my ghost
is crying

a beautiful sunset
is only beautiful
when you're
feeling blue