Do what it is you love to do
And poetry shall come to you,
Though whatever life puts us through,
Good or bad, may inspire us too.

Unearthing a few grains of soil could create sinkholes
Or create more solidarity
The ones that grow and stand tall
Are ripped out and harvested for sustenance

We live in it
grow in it
sustain it.

Our bonds are like packed soil,
porous but poreless
in appearance
a state of perpetual disturbance

With every handful forcefully taken
endless grains fall in on themselves.
To save face
save race.

The stars shine bright

as the moon emits light

It's all prettier than I write




I write about depression

My obsessions

and my daily confessions




It's easier to write

than to fight

most of the time




I write by candlelight

or so I wish

I instead write by a LED light

The one I bought on wish

but that's not the important bit




The sun & the moon

will always upstage

this fool

after all,

they're too

**** beautiful

Light. Space.
Line. Interruptions.
Triggers and memory.
A gallery with art on one wall,
a mix of truth and pain.
compelling whispers shout.
A place to learn what you say,
what you create,
matters less
than what is seen and heard.
Light. Space.
Line. Interruptions.
Triggers and memory.

You can not have nature without art, the very essence of nature is creativity, everything created is art.
The art of nature is everywhere.
Every form is an expression of creativity, every flower, every rock, every animal is a piece of art.
We live in an ever changing, evolving, art gallery.
And we humans are as much a part of it as any form.
How can we possibly think we are separate from this?
Why would we be the only thing in the entire existence of life that isn't connected to the whole?
Don't flatter yourself.

So What IGNITES The SPARK ...
That FUELS Creative Art ... ???

Sometimes It's Simply Chat ...
That Brings Creations Back ... !!!
To The Mind of a Man ...
Who Has ... Creative Plans ...

A Spark That Breeds And YES INDEED ...
Sows Young Seeds In ... Creative Dreams ...

DREAMS of LIVE Shows Where Creations ... GLOW ...
And Constantly FLOW In Rhyme Or Prose ...

A Thing of ... BEAUTY ...
Once It Hits MATURITY ... !!!!!
Radio Shows ... Interviews On TV ...
I Try To LIGHT SPARKS Wherever I Be ... !!!

Because Creative Hearts Are The Ones Who BLEED ...
When It Comes To Poetry That's RARELY EVER ........,,. "Seen" ...

Cos' ...
Who Wants To Hear The ANGST ...
of An ... ANGRY Man ... ?!?

Who Lives YES ... Through His Pen ...
When He's Writing His Poems ... !!!

But What About SPARKS That LIGHT The Path ...
of Relationship PAIN That BREAKS Young Hearts ... ?!?

And What About THOSE That FUEL The Prose ...
That FLOWS And FLOWS When LOVE's FULL BLOWN ... !!!

Children On Show Who've Been LOVINGLY Grown ...
In A HAPPY HOME Where Parents ROAM ................................

... TOGETHER ... NOT Alone ... !!!!!

So .....
What Was THAT SPARK ... ?
A Glance In A Park ...
Where Hearts SKIP A Beat ...
Cos' of ... What They SEE ... !?!

A VISION of A CUTEY Who EXUDES BEAUTY ... !!!!!

Who Makes You Feel Like ... " She's THE ONE ! " ...

To BEAT Your Drum ...
And FUEL The STUFF That LEADS To LOVE ...

A BEAUTIFUL Spark That IGNITES Hearts ...
To SHARE The Light That Resides ... INSIDE ... !!!!!

But What About SPARKS Bred From The DARK ... ?!?

THOSE That MARK ... UNSEEMLY Cards .... !!!
Cards That CHEAT And Make Hearts BLEED ... !!!

Could It Be PRIDE Or What's INSIDE ...
The INNER MIND of Those Inclined To Live To FIGHT ... ?!?

I Guess MY SPARK Is Words That Start ...
To Make Me THINK About THESE Things ...

It's A FORCE That YES ... Runs DEEP IN ME ... !!!
The Will To EXPRESS Through .... " POETRY " ....
About The Things They ... SPARK IN ME ... !!!
A Wish To SPEAK FREE About The Things I SEE ...

My Sparks Been OUT For A Lil' While Now ... !!!
But NOW It's FOUND ... These Words RESOUND ...
Like HEAVYWEIGHT Sounds In Clubs That POUND ... !!!!!!!!

So As THIS Ends I RETURN To THE START ... !!!

With ONE More Question ...
What is it WITHIN YOU That Lights Your ... ?

....... " SPARK " .......

this is my poetry
my creation, in words
as i am reborn through
the outpouring of thoughts
all coming together
to create
the picture in my head