re-arranging

[creativesoul]

the energy in that room
just seemed all wrong thats all

criminal investigations wear you down
those deep brown fuck me eyes

had died a long time ago
there was never anyone home

after you i love being alone opening walls
with the jungle and five horses come to me

i was a reptile with you
snakes shedding layer after layer

feeding mice and rats to a finicky boa corn so after tenthousand murdered crickets later
i snapped
like a bearded dragon
the energy in that house caught us in a drama re-enacted in that house many times
before us
one couple that lived there said something about ghosts between welfare checks and fighting

another house i lived in the ghosts of some of the people of hanalei had lived in-healing is a strange thing
just never know how it is going to happen, only that it will---
forgiveness will flow like honey off my hips
i will heal this heart

[saw]

another very intense poem that obviously comes from the deepest regions of the heart, as it tries to recover......there is pain yes, but also determination to put it behind.......this is such difficult material, and instead of ranting, you make it poetic........very strong work, cs.........

[dadio]

Deep poem; well said.

[creativesoul]

thanks i appreaciate that- my poor spelling is a part of my art
breaking all the rules

[joel]

a part of my art
breaking all the rules

But breaking rules would terror me; my art is measured, ruled
(vacation days, though, have I loved much more than those more schooled).

[creativesoul]

art is ruled
by Creator, god Great spirit- you are the empty vessel the hallow bone- you cannot transmit something you anit got- and guess what you got alot of it- just stay open
controled art is a dog on a leash that cannot wait to get off

[joel]

and anyone who can write a tale of four husbands...well, I'll trust we all know about dogs who can't wait to get off.

[creativesoul]

yes i guess that is it in a nut shell-
when do i get to see what they look like with out a mask on?