iblieve & Arcadia

[iblieve]

It is written in the clouds
poets are free to fly
in mentally exercizes of the mind
giving insight into blind sighted notions
of love and devotion
a glimpse of the dark and light
heaven and hell meanderings
towards the truth.

[Arcadia]

mined language & unbearable words
summer
discussions
mirrors
end
(strategic time)
eight bills without distance
and the beggining of rain

[iblieve]

In the rain soggy rhyme
unwinds from my mind
mirror reflects the distance
between mined words
waiting for the poetic exsplosion

Towel dry the thoughts
iron out the wrinkles
as on the page
more words are sprinkled.