on poetry..... -------------------------------------------
I live my life from day to day
from pencil or pen
to paper and page
an outlet
plugged into my electricity
it twists and it bends
living and bleeding
it sometimes even bites while its teething
My heart beats in poetry and prose
it flows through my body
From the
top of my head
to the
bottom of my toes
i also eject words when i sneeze from my nose
My scars aren't blemishes
each ones a story
My steps are sonets
and i breathe haiku's
in and out in and
breathe deep breathe deep breathe deep breathe
in and out in and
Its a way to write
or even to breathe
its the mouth to the mute
and fingers for the lame