I believe in the power of imagination and the importance of being realistic. |
At the mountain top, I'll wait for you,
Like morning dews in Summer's hue...
In my town - not a city like Rio Verde,
The Circus arrived with January's festival...
I've always wonder - it has always been
a part of me, wondering that is. About...
No one ever felt this close...
I'll always be a shore...
Poetry, no one knows you as much as I do,
you are not beauty born from roots...
Ah, thunder strikes again
All that remains are ashes...
touch me like water touches the skies
just like that...
Some things you just can’t speak about
Autumn comes after a hot Summer...
I enjoy hiding in the shadows
Though the sun is always watching over me...
the night is nigh
my eye can see...
nothing is ever simple |
Poetry purpose is to build connections by appealing to the senses. When we attempt to express our feelings, we open up a connection to understanding ourselves. When someone else reads what we express, there’s an a opportunity for a possible connection. |
Humans are like complex numbers. |