Poetry is life, life as a poet, the experience of living out the body, illustrating insights from your hindsight, seeing new light, new feel, NEW LIFE.................The creativity that just takes hold, losing control, you fall into its soul, as visual arts would bear its visible start from my invisible vision within, the complex context that can differ from the 3D world, but soon living its dream, it proves all that is seen just seems it can transcend man-made limits, therefore man made Guinness, with records that transition traditions in each edition all additions are provisional, admitting though, cause initially I didn't know, then again, some agree and some don't, rather recently a piece of me was shattered, scattered cause for peace of mind it really didn't matter, so the shot to the head really didn't hurt, certain how it tranquilized a smart-***, that didn't work, the clutter made him suffer and buffer his brightness, stuttering to butter to others his likeness, with lightning, funny how reality hits, sparking up a feeling he will never forget, his *** turned shellshocked, at the height of the storm when the bells rock.