There’s more to a Poet that meets the eye
Poet spelled backwards is Teop and that is why
According to the dictionary, Teop is a language of Northern Bougainville, Papua New Ginea
Imagine that
You probably thought a Poet was alone, but the dictionary let it be known
Being a Poet when you think about it can come in many different languages
Cultures expressed in Poetry foreign vibes
Teop being a language all its own
Good information for letting it be known
How a Poet expresses in varying foreign words
Let’s face it all they want is to be heard
Poet and Teop in the spoken written tongue
What it all mount’s to is communication
Poet into Teop and any other culture are that one’s who are the assembler of words
Culture Poet’s are the one’s in their native language interacting the thought
The idea of sought
So Poet and Teop do have something in common
If you are reading this, I got your attention
Of course, I had to mention.

This is For Poet
I find delight
in those who engage
in limitless moments of
Expression

so watch
my prose
dye this page
to life
as i write a tribute
to poet

Who else can take life’s
most valuable lessons
turn them into a
collection of words
Bled
from soul?

this IS for you poet

from whom
life’s greatest lessons
gleam from their faces
always and forever
never hidden

a permanent tattoo

I ink as I speak
life’s truths
to each of you

Dearest poet,

Thank You
for your gift
expression

Your souls
cast
under the glaring light
of perception

as they smother
it
with meager understanding
confined by society's  definition
of norm

locked minds
try to find meaning.

This is for poet

fearlessly fearful

never questions the words
we ourselves barely make
sense of

as we expose
our deepest held truths
hoping that someone
will misunderstand us
enough
to find clarity
in their own depression

This is For YOU poet

Vulnerability?
we have
NO choice
our passion seeps
like a perfume

always naked
our thoughts
gleam on our skin
offering no barrier between us and them

This is for TEOP

Keep Writing
There is light in your pen

I'm happy with who I've become
So relieved that you weren't "the one"
Because now I can explore my options
Without a care in the world.

Soemtimes I wonder how you could hurt me so much
But then I realized you did it for yourself.
You're not who I thought you were...
but now that we're done I'm better off for sure!

Living without you I set my own pace
I walk alone without your hearts' embrace
Sometimes you cross my mind and I wonder what I did wrong
But I know it's nothing we could control

I just hope one day you understand how much you hurt me--when it's the last thing my heart needed

A funny thing happened the other day
I looked at a picture of you and me
and...
nothing happened.
I saw teop people...neither of which still exists in this time and place.

You were there when I needed you
And me for you
But I can say with great conviction
That I'm myself again...without you.

You hurt me--bad
But I've forgiven you.
Sometimes I jusat ask, why?
But then I realize that I will not have the answers....and that's okay.