Free Verse
Through my fingers it drips,my interest, my effort, my care.I wish to connect, wake, be in it…
Don’t trap me in a jar. Lid screwed.Or save me from the algae of assumptions.The fungus of faux…
Where Am I?Lost In ThoughtFulfilled? Or NotWhere No Map Can FindWith No Footsteps BehindAlone In The Dark
Run away SlowlyOr fall in the upwards DirectionDrive off to NowhereOr reduce a Collection
Genius so they call himFor they see his intellect and speedYet this vast knowledge he hoardsPity this man, he has not Genius but greed
The symphony arrives unannounced.
Something about the magnificence of our ancient…
I’m talking about the few
who live life against the beat