A poet is only as good as their definition of poetry.

A poet could poem a lyric from nothing at all

nonsensical, definition of poetry that is

A poet could come up with a rhyme in no time

iteration, shows the poets true dedication

A poet is only as good as their definition of poetry...

It's so hard to exist on guilty conscious,

with knobby, knocking knees,

I chase after elegance,

And ignore candidness.

To write is to gut oneself,

to script in blood,

to subject the belly of the craft,

to the belly of your soul.

Such artistry,

it bewitches me.

Yet, there is no jazz in my tune,

there is no melody in my rhyme,

and certainly no grace,

no element to anchor.

Through and through,

I am...

“When is something beautiful?”

All creation appointed to seek the reply.

But the wind carries the celebration of angels, swirling all around!

The sight of mountains and rivers overflow my heart!

Fractions of time bending and winding.

You remain still…

but the earth does not.

The patient mind awaits.

Revelation pursues the sound.

“When is something beautiful?”

“When you decide it is.”...

When you spoke and the world followed,

“I AM.”

The whispering of the stones.

Sunlight reflecting in the air.

The sing of the stream and the path it takes.

Animals and all their secrecy.

Essense of the soul with all that flows.

Ideas brilliant, sung, and long forgotten.

Even a moment’s glance.

In all things, love exists.

In all things you reside—eternally....

How beautiful it was to laugh together.

The alignment of us, here in this singular moment.

Will you remember that we existed, here, like this.

Sisters, four of a kind.

Faded memories but the moment was there, somewhere in time we existed.

And it was well....

Scream out for hope.

Though the roof is silent there is rejoicing.

Recognition of beauty, become my truest joy.

Think of what you have found.

What you have forgotten....

The purpose is none.

No one knows the reason.

As there is no meaning, the way is to create it.

Say it exists.

Say it’s important.

Beauty in art.

Beauty of the intellectual mind.

Seek it, find it, engage with it.

You are you because.

Because it is so, you chose it....

Words are the weight on the scales,

pushing your emotions to one side.

Taking the ache from inside,

and curing what ails.

Solace is the outlet,

digging into your soul.

Grasping the coal,

Seeing the diamonds set.

Bottled like it’s some serum,

coating your heart with oil.

Tight like a coil,

show us the sum.

Stanzas were the air,

you inhaled deep.

Dare to take the leap,

show us your share.

...

i...

No decision is a decision, I decided not to decide...

Poetry is explaining what my lips are unable,

When my fingers & toes are twitching under the table.

Sometimes I try but the words come out sloppily;

For some reason, this way, I can express my thoughts properly.

I try to explain but my mouth can be dodgy,

So I’ll rhyme instead of converse, it’s way less stodgy!

I can use different words, I might not every day,

It’s fun, mischievous; like a chil...