The Sanest Insanity
The essence of creation is palmed in our hands.
Pass the crest of obsession,
pass faded lines in the sand;
pass the overcast of apprehension--finds where one stands . . .
Journeys do dip, continually slip, but the voyage must go on.
Duck from the flames,
weather the pain, cuz' the voyage must go on!
Maintain insane belief,
when believers are few.
Then remain insane,
til' visions viewed true.
A Writer’s Blood
We all bleed the same; but I bleed for thirst.
Historically a verb, "bled"blood brought birth.
But criteria for fire boils blood out pours,
Form, on the other hand, keeps blood lines a snore.
A subjective creative edge cannot cut,
thus is safe from shed of blood.
But now? I guess bleed means "shares," and "bookmarks" are sharp,
A blood Benny for promo, leaves writers' wallets fucked.
Don’t Hit On Twenty
Begin;
Supplied supplies rely on swapping dope for dolla bills.
Three times delinquent determine when brain blood spills.
Booming lightening strikes, after a flash of thunder.
Survival on the streets derive dealers to gunners.
Again;
Debt due don't dismiss, thus delinquency doubles, so dopey dope deviants best duck down and cover.
Definitely don't desire delivery of debtor's dead daughter to be discovered.
--The End--
Thrice is tough. The testable limits terminated, torrential teary eyes puff.
Bated to distinguish, no mere words are not enough.
Dealt a King with his Jack, but greed made him bust,
Now the King's cash is ash and the Joker's life is dust.
Universal Highway
The difference between poetry and prose,
Is like contrasting the universe to highway roads.
The former is infinite, creations expands.
The latter is limited from the rules it demands.
Poets use poetry to shoot for the stars.
While prose teaches masses to live in their car.
Poets are dead, yet their work is alive,
and no penalty for a 100, in a 25.