Our bodies are poetry
from soft to smooth to hard
our bodies are poetry
freckled, shaped and scarred

Our mouths are dancers
unchoreographed, with memory
our fingers are virgins
gentle and trembling

Our eyes, are passerbys
our noses, cuddling cubs
our arms, reconnecting friends
our knees buckle with every touch

Our bodies are poetry
fitting into every groove
our bodies are poetry
from hard to soft to smooth

~the meaning of life is the life behind all meanings~

My next poem
Will be a masterpiece
Enough to please the mind
And the soul
The next poem
That I set down in concrete
To last throughout the ages
Will last throughout the ages

It will speak
Not only to your heart
But to your soul
To every better part of you
To your reality
To your dreams
Speaking loud above the muddle
The average trying to be heard

But that's my next poem
Not this one
I'm still only building to
This is only practice

My next poem
So utterly true and profound
It will change the world
Will change your world

I spend my days
Drinking you away
Tears running down my face
Smoke escaping my lips
Thoughts of you drowning my mind
Time passing me by

One year ago,*
Black Coffee? Too strong for me, I’ll pass, thanks.
Politics? Too controversial for me, I’ll pass, thanks.
Perseverance? Not applicable to me, I’ll pass, thanks.

Look at me now, sipping a full mug of coffee with just a dash of milk.
Look at me now, befriending people as we ponder upon the future of this society I am now a part of.
Look at me now, studying the night away even though my future is uncertain.

Life is changing, and so am I.