I Write and I Write

I write and I write and I write ...
when I hold a pen I write
when I put my toes into the sand I write

I write and I write and I write ...
I dance with my body and I write
I'm a poem of feelings and I write

I write and I write and I write ...
I touch everything and I write
I sing to the wind and I write

I write and I write and I write ...
forever to a song I will sing
forever to my heart a poem I'll bring

I write and I write and I write ...
the hours are long and dim I write
fluffy high and whimsy whim I write

I write and I write and I write ...
in a winter where white roses glow I write
and the air fills the earth with cold snow I write

I write and I write and I write ...
when I hold a pen I write
into a world of my own.... I write

I write and I write and I write ...

Bring Joy

Bring joy to me,
Set them through and free;
Bring joy to you,
Or set for some new.
Life may rock or falter,
Styles go or alter;
Have no moral compass,
Away clear or trash.

It's worth the loss,
To dice or toss;
To know who "I am",
You got to make a slam!
Bring away the weariness,
For the new and fresh;
Climb to the ambitions,
Though they cost devotions.

Bring joy to be,
Let it give and see;
Bring joy - be true,
And it will come through!
Life may be a search,
Full of weak spots alerts;
But fate is your reward,
If you work - joyful hard.

Be your own loss,
At any single cause;
You may master phantasmagoria,
Make up ways and gloria.
Someone might as well,
In businesses try and spell;
Never give yours a swap,
Cause then the fortunes stop

Bring joy to me,
Set them through and free;
Bring joy to you,
Or set for some new.
Life may rock or falter,
Styles go or alter;
Have no moral compass,
Away to clear or trash.

The Way It Is

The way it is
From a day to day,
Like an epiglottis
In society's cliche;
How all things goes
From hours coming,
Unawareness knows
To pieces bottoming.

The way it was
To the past gone,
Years in natural cause
From the tidings spawn;
How it's made to last
Build into a plastic,
And to be aghast
In its way bombastic.

What is art and not
When the cloths fall off,
And the snobberies plot
Shows its way and doff;
How it's made too bare
The rustic fallen deceives,
And nobody is there
To take in false believes.

In The Palm of Space

In the palm of space,
There are distance growing;
In many unknown ways,
Thoughts are born and going.
Within the minutes fire,
Overturn a scattered page;
The turning wheels don't tier,
In a time without an age.

In the palm of light,
Clear-cut and straight line;
And forever chromocyte,
In the colors melting brine.
Within everything born,
As it dissolves there around;
And together lights are sworn,
In a contriving battleground.

In the palm of falls,
Within the planetary salts;
Future to us nameless calls,
With its ways and gestalts.
What has not been worn,
And is out there to be found;
From what is never forlorn,
Only a busy rapid round.

It Whirls Around

It whirls around,
All what is of existence;
Yet nowhere to be found,
Only in by chance.
A skin of water air,
And loft of flow restless;
The clouds of anywhere,
With breeze of freshness.

It whirls asking,
Still there's no question;
Impatient in its tasking,
Surrounds with suggestion.
Puzzles great numbness,
A light of empty daze;
Sometimes in a glumness,
Continues to amaze.

It whirls stretching,
From the dank woodland;
And in the calm relaxing,
At ease and in command.
A skin of velvet ends,
Yet nowhere to be bound;
What to a nature blends,
And goes around expound.

The High Electric Fruit

The high electric fruit,
On to the heaven's own;
To mankind attribute,
The lives old backbone.
Little by little cement,
Clouds light nor shade;
The blackbirds advent,
And blue skies arrayed.

Yellowed high red dim,
Round and round it glows;
The world's full of whim,
Where it sometimes goes.
Into the time schedule,
Gathering to a reappear;
A hot eye's ambisexual,
Throughout day and year.

The high electric eye,
That gives force of a life;
The ball upon the sky,
The golden in every rife.
An apple of a paradise,
Inside the houses windows;
Light and shade disguise,
Where seed to plant grows.