it is here
that i think of something
to write down
as i retrieve the morning paper.
it seems that everything is normal.
definitely poetry in the lines.
but songs are hard to find,
in an ever so faint
just the way it goes.
i think some good spirit
is coming my way,
despite what is in the newspaper
that leaves me hopeful.
it’s that voice
that is definitely maintenance
for a little money or success
in a throw me down identity.
driven by an urge to excel
in the by-product
of real effort,
is once again a companion in power
sharpening the pen
in utmost survival,
climbing the ladder
of what’s in store,
as members of an inner circle,
like a bunch of loafers
in the capacity of development
to create a little excitement.
it is here
that i sit a bowl of chili
on a book of theodore roethke
in the mental health associations,
casting myself as a sculpting pioneer
in the caretakers of the word.
it’s dramatic, necessary in the fragments
with a desire
to find completeness
in another immediately revived –
in a get like that –
feel it as a happy scrappy
put it on the paper,
as if it’s a stonehenge religous spiritual center.
range is extreme.
boldness through un-closed blinds
in the surroundings of fitted rooms
in the hand me downs,
where direction of necessary function
in high or low vibrations,
depends on the targets of attitude,
in these lines of tension,
to wobble through
the techniques of human liberties.
always responsive in the direction
of all the arts in the manifestations
with a bunch of friends
that understand modern movements
in the bending, breaking, twisting,
and mending in the mends,
to re-shape solid screams
beyond the forces
in individual uniqueness
of the special forces
in adaptations of goodwill
as a lumberjack again
in another jack it up
of a point or two
out of these old chiseled eyes
leaving a song of here i go again!
it’s a personalogy,
bring everything in the leaps
at the first sign of possessiveness,
but never jealous,
only to utilize
a sense of focus
of a knit picking talent
in transformations working cooperatively
beyond narrow views
to welcome relationships
in the diversities
to translate into success,
even if it means
a full tilt in dependency.
this work it out
die hard poet
is after the sugar
in two mixed hemispheres,
where sorrow meets delight
in the betterment
of a get high in flight,
one world at a time
in starlight nights.
however, the pilgrimages
in the days to days
somehow has meaning
for the new year
in the erie pa area
with mafia connections
in a metaphor wordpress
work it around gang.
coffee can take sugar,
so why not give it a stir
in a serve the verse.
in the great vista’s –
it is what ya make of it.
the fortress of spirit,
beyond the naked eye,
is the source of happiness.
people in the street,
with what they are,
i am one of ya,
despite being unknown,
in the poetry
of smoke-filled high’s,
breathing freedom in the
space of horizon’s,
in the mix
of an american blue
in a robe of rays,
in the roundabout’s,
purely straight to the word.
