I am flying my kite,
arouse my heart to higher heights.
My isosceles triangular thought,
and circular rotating life,
Everything Affects Something
What if tears cleansed the soul?
What if laughter charged the soul?
What if speaking opened the heart?
What if silence revealed it?
I Was Raised By An Insane Man
i was raised by an insane man
my dreams they turn to mares
of days and nights I could not stand
lost in a field of terrors
Another Way To Poetic Words
Scatter yourself in the wind, allowing any direction to float.
Landing upon many a person, inser yourself inside their coat......
Listen and note each thoughtless thought, conversation and attitude, careful to jot any simple jot, that catches in your shoot. (lol)
After gathering moments of mind, review your notes you see;
Brain Cell Search
I took all my brain cells and put them in a pile.
I dug for good ideas, it took quite a while.
Found some old memories, some old lost thoughts,
some dried up, some soiled with spots.