PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

whos there reading this? breaking into the attic door of my mind.. tooting around in that dusty room.. oops.. dont triip on my ego over there.. sorry i didnt get a chance to catalog this stuff..

gleaming war medals plaques for comrades slain.. shining polished there in the corner.. light left on gleaming bright.

world map littered with push pins search for love lost.. found slivers still many over.. collected thought id description watch line trace steps thru the world learning cultures traditions..

left a part of myself in each place.

empty husk now shaped and molded by 120000 years of the world.. subtract two to find the blade forged well..

cobwebs hide the life and death game of spider to the fly.. wave of a hand discards the smaller game of life as yu search for the peices to this bigger one..

spider falls down master of this room walks scuttles away to build a new throne of silk i another corner.. looking down as it weaves its masterpiece upon the un-structured mess of memoribilia u see here..

close those water filled spheres and open ur third eye to see the laser light show of colors and blurs dancing there to illustrate the living flow of my life as it shapes these words across the screen u read.. echoing perhaps off this dead tree u hold there.. ink droplets packaged by a migrant worker in idaho shape these thoughts right this minute upon the page u might be reading..

and at this same time maybe years ago or maybe just seconds i am here typing now living now thinking now about u reading this.. imagining a light warm finger dance upon ur neck.. feel it there? imagine it hard.. warm thought to make ur skin dance..

those in the room around me walk and talk and dance to their own rhythms flowing from on point to another and their flows redirect mine just a bit as i write..

and wonder what u do in ur time away from that u share with me here and now.. perhaps we may even meet one day glance across the way t one another hold and touch or kiss and feel.. or perhaps i am dead and gone to u when thse words are read..

but each one of them is a peice of me alive and well.. beathing living and giving that warm touch of life to u.. to let u know that u are warm and feel and know.. to hear to touch to taste the light of life..

forgive me if i yell and scream and rage “wake up!!!” put this down and when u go away from it stop for a moment and just feel.. close ur eyes and share a moment with the life that we both dance thru..