We artists are not crazy,
deranged,
insane,
just CREATIVELY GIFTED.

Transfixed on getting messages across
with stormy dark words or
positive ones that make mark on page.

We are artists breaking ground
on road of white.
Whereby
world can't always see
our visions and replace them with labels.

We are the ones to give new meaning to word "crazy"
to make CRAZY GOOD scenes
readers can celebrate.

the invisible words
behind my fake smile?
I loved you once,
but now you love another
and I call to deaf ears.

I am a seamstress poet,
taking my needle-like pen
to thread words.

I do them with golden yarn,
stitching carefully for reader
to wear in their minds.

One stitch may be a quote.
Another a verse to encourage.
Yet another stitch could be a ditty
to bring laugher to surface.

Some stitches are laced
with darker thread
to integrate challenging textures
representing life.

Before long a garment
in shape of poem is done.

Done for eyes to take off
from hanger of prose.
One size fits all.

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Drifting in fluid of life,
I lie in a dream state.
Kick one, kick two dance
to heart ensues.

Liquid nourishment flavored with love flows.
Moments of muffled sounds echo.

Until, outside sun calls
and I must leave human cave
to venture into world.
No more to drink from womb of life.

swimming deep in mind to find the pearl in shell of heart.
Currents sometimes fierce swirl in tornado eddies.
Other times quiescent as self drifts.
One never knows what treasure lie deep in souls river.  
One never knows.

I shall sit in the airplane of a poets words.
Eyes a-fixed to keep nose up and balanced.

I sit flying with visions that cloud up eyes,
or sometimes show bright sun.

I am a passenger with seat belt snug
poet pilot guides so I ride turbulence in life.

Life that holds endless possibilities in an open sky.

be filled with little sestinas that bubble within
making your fingers prance in keyboard dance.

May your moment be replenished with
clocks ticking song to galvanize thoughts.

May your breath be suffused with
tornados of wind to electrify dreams.

May your heart be filled with
a drumming earworm to gyrate in the magic of life.