Are You the Reader For Me?
?
Are You the Reader For Me?
My poetry book has rules
you’ll want to learn right off.
Love wins big! Humans are fools.
And yes, there is a God.
Trees are always a good thing
and people aren’t 'bad underneath’,
but have some growing up to do,
and yeah, I’m planning to preach.
I’m fixin’ to fire Ol’ Betsy up
to take her to town to teach.
I don’t really care how vain that sounds.
Too busy with rolled up sleeves.
Fantasy creatures get extra points
because I say they’re cool
and that’s the way it’s going to be.
My poetry book has rules...
(the primary being “NO RULES!”)
My poetry book is for the one
who sees the dreams inside the sun -
who hopes the atom hopes to be
a molecule in a larger sea.
My couplets are for she who calls
to hear the whisper of the Falls
ere something secret comes to paint
the very world itself a saint -
who wants to ride with me on clouds
perhaps together by reading aloud.
:)
My metaphors are for the guy
who 'feels’ the colors I scribe
because he too has climbed the tree
to ask his deity why;
he too has sat upon the sea
on endless, wasting tide -
who all undone has found it fun
to spend a morning tickling the sun
and loving the living outside.
You have to promise you’ll try to think
even when I am wrong.
Even when every word you drink
from what I spill’s too strong,
or don’t you bother to touch my poems!
(You’ll silence out my song.)
My free verse is meant to free.
Soak it up or leave it be.
(That or possibly challenge me.)
Accept the 'fact’ that 'facts’ aren’t 'facts’
as 'facts’ are touted to be!
(The perfect product pre-released
from dogmatism’s industry
is always short on grit and grease
when Truth steps in to see–
is always quick to 'truce for peace’
beneath such scrutiny!)
And early on, please learn this well
I don’t believe in stuff like Hell
but Heaven is just as real as me
and waits to house Humanity.
So, step inside to see my sea
if that’s your cup of poetry!
