There's a organization / a group / someone created and dubbed "Bureau" ... --for poets, who's art is poetry... who's passions flow within the blood the written, the spoken, the ephemeral "Word" the beautiful disasters, the contradictions which is our providence: humanity aside/besides/ inside Life... Now all the times awaken - the wide asleep, still behind the blindly following / believing their sweet nothings ... The Bureau makes them official the authority on Blah blah blah...
(And now the poem. A piece created by-- FishSparrow DreamKing...)
ON POETRY / ABOUT LOVE--YOU
mad-haired alchemist having mixed two tinctures wrongly such liquids exploding whilst hypothesized unremarkable through the myopia of every day lies faces intimate with the thickest book make out session with the obtuse / research a scientific version on finding a clue the alchemy of madness telling who to be / how to be whom or what to feel when in or out of moods
when poetry is life, then it is life and love of it that is absolute truth the science of awakenings and you... and the rest of you too.
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A bureau, hmph an organization dismissing the muses and the breath that we devour
a study on the facets and romances with life written art works spoken odysseys
magnanimous numbness of verbs
magic of lustrous ******* of star crossed tempests evermore a ravenous soul Poetry
need not secret societies or bureaus ... nor research to categorize or label with crisis without identity ****** or existential ... "To be or not to be?" -- the answer is To Be, always to be... just because life is beautiful and awfully wonderful
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 the spoken
of poetry of art of happiness
words dancing the night away in sonnet streets
who do we endeavor to example
when it is our own pen that must bleed the maddening 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 in the sensual and is real
so good the words bleed rain beaus / utter not those words not words but but make our kiss immortal electric the heart's inner watercolor -murals from the emotions the art the dreams intermingling
touching prose of roses its scent a ghost thick in the recollection of farewells
the experiences we parallel all in literature's Sistine 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
" you're 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 lub dub*
haiku sonnet odyssey poetry that is Life... Today's lesson - (seriously) go learn to fly a kite.