The severity of the seriously
scientific professoring of poetic licenses

severing limbs

and one's sanity to turn

into a lackluster one dimensional

word

for word

matter of fact,    i.e. Flat.




Now there is research and refined references

like mad-haired alchemists

having mixed two tinctures

wrongly

             such liquids

exploding

whilst hypothesized

unremarkable through their myopia

faces intimate with the thickest book

make out session

with the obtuse...




A bureau, hmph

an organization dismissing the muses

and the breath

that we devour




a study on the facets

and romance

with life

              written art works

            spoken odysseys

magnanimous numbness of verb




magic of lustrous *******

of star crossed

tempests

evermore a ravenous

soul




Poetry needs no bureau




The heart is only

a lonely hunter

if love were not its prey




to feel free

and truly alive

is the honest purpose

of the written and spoken

word

of poetry

of art     of happiness

dancing the night away

in sonnet streets




who do we endeavor to example

when it is our own pen that must bleed

the awful truths

that needs combustion

the foreplay of time / life whispering in italics

beautifully

breaking down




laughter's tintinnabulations

all the world

all the life        

            our Oyster...




But seriously tho'

what the dealio...?




when I want to hear

a fearless something

soaked

and sensual

and real




so good

the words       bleed    rain

beaus

utter not

the words not words but




electricity

inner watercolors murals

from the emotions

this art dreams

intermingling

touching prose of roses

its scent a ghost

thick in the recollection

of farewells




the experiences we parallel

all in literary gusto




somehow

communication

erected from **** tube boxes

and artifice waves of wide webs




the slang   jive  

secret languages whined

signs and pics

depicts inflicts these times

slays the joy




and lovely words

of tiding    of wise sayings

you say

with Monet expressions




your a lovely day

ignite me

         the Beloved / the songs

the sun

a face of love

a glow




Do you feel me?

lub dub     lub dub




the haiku sonnet odyssey

poetry

that is Life...







Today's lesson -

(seriously)

go learn to fly




a kite.