Hey everyone I just created my collection named Poetic Party Crew.
I will be sending invites to you so please accept my invention.
Poetic Party Crew is for poets who want to enjoy life.  You only get one life so enjoy your life.  Life is poetry.
I haven't posted a picture yet.  I'm trying to find the right one.
You can post any type of poem in Poetic Party Crew.
hip hop poems, party poems, any type of poem,
Rap poems, Anagram poems, you can also add short stories, prose poetry, rock and roll poems, Jazz poetry, horror poems

Having someone to share your pain with doesn't always necessarily make the pain any less...but what it does is that it helps you to deal with the pain better...i sometimes miss having such a person in my life('coz there are some kind of pains that you can't share with everyone)...so all i can do is write and i must admit it makes me feel lighter if not better...i guess it's a way of just clearing my head,refreshing my soul and letting it all out...at times it gets hard to do so but it's like this constant suffocation i seem to suffer from until and unless i write and share a part of me...and once i have shared it i feel this strong sense of relief and satisfaction...it's like my soul is at peace again.

words can change movements at micro levels
which in turn can change the World

WRITING BAREFOOT

Being frisked
at Dublin airport.

"What's dat in yer
back pocket?"

"An unfinished poem!"
I admit ruefully.

"Is it metal?"
he asks.

"No, it's mental!"
I tell him.

"You know, a bunch of words
hanging about on a piece of paper."

"Go on with ya!"
he smirks.

"And next time...
remove yer shoes."

On the plane I
kick off my shoes and

finish off the unfinished
poem.

Now I
always write barefoot.

spoiled here by the frequency of surreal
its an artists paradise
something akin to heaven

This spirit of love
which moves
independent of Man
is a sky, a sea,
a green hill, where a cottage sits
-snug squat with candle flame
and peat fire
warming light through eyed
small Georgian windows
this love is smoke
making its merry way
over breezing sea
and clouds unique never
to be seen twice
this love is free, slave to no one,
not even poets.