I have to take the road that Bruce Lee
took towards the Martial Arts, as an
Analogy here. Like Water;
I take the Literature Arts of Poetry.
In the beginning I used free verse,
swift rhyming, lyrical, metal-rap-groove verse.
With definition and aggression.
Now I try different systems,
in all genres, as always,
And put them to my personal use,
furthermore put to use what is useful
when needed, and reject what I don’t need
at the time for a specific write.
Using no specific way is the way,
I am the way I write, but keeping in mind,
the tools at hand. No limitations as the limitation.
With all poetry styles ( trapping, and grabbing)-
(Mind locks-Heart locks-Spiritual locks-)
Honestly expressing ones self is difficult to do:
The Poet, the creating individual is always
more important than any style or system.
Absorb what is useful, discard what is useless,
And add to what is your own.
I write my own interpretation of poetry.
Concepts behind concepts.
Dedicating to creating
creative new-original thoughts, and poetry.
Like I write with one hand,
but if I could write with the other,
at the same time, a different poem,
that would be to break boundaries.
As asking multi-tasking: Poetry styles separate poets.
Style is a continuous growth.
Poetry skills/tools are weapons and you have
to use all of them, to incorporate all styles.
(Move all parts of your poetry)
Put everything into it, all energy.
Rest then progress.
A true poet is constantly growing,
and when he or she are bound by a set of styles,
or a way of doing things, that’s when he,
or she stops growing.
To reach a reader you have to move
to them, advance, and retreat- advance retreat,
furthermore slide and step back, push,
and push back, circle them
( put the reader on defense),
and close them in, and hit them
with the best closure.
Poetry is like water, flexible, it has to go somewhere.
When the light of the sun getting hit in the curtain of the house,
and makes a beautiful light that I can't help myself,
and run off to pick up the camera and take some pictures. _Dany WR
Romance is like a subatomic blast and dangerous
So it starts with the eyes seeing light igniting the heart
And one may lose track of time and reality and keep the state forever
Beautiful light makes beautiful feeling
Entering oblivion am I?
Although neutrino needs neutrina
And they say that is hard to see
Changing from one flavor into another
No one should skip anything to go dancing
As always a mystery comes as a surprise
And common sense means nothing
When there's a uncommon feeling birthed
That's when two different people are
Are at two different places at the same time
Are entangled at opposite ends of the universe
And it's faster than the speed of light
The realm of romance is spooky
( You are so beautiful to me )
Romance is like a ghost cross cutting through solid substance, us
The future is happening governing our past
So learn to use your time travel compass
Plum, Plums, yum yums that's what I see, that's what we need
So, tell me is telling you this like shooting a big gun shell
at a piece of paper, and seeing it ricochet back at me?
Romance does not exist if you are not looking at it.
When you are taken by its light
You are seeing the wave of love, and life
Romance has already taken place in a surprise
And Romance is a subatomic-surprise
It is the complex inter working of stars
And our shoulders know how to capture light
SOMEWHERE IN DREAMLAND TIME
Somewhere in dreamland time
There at a place of comfort and safety
You were there amongst unseen family
We kissed, and was busy to be busy
I wondered along the property
And there was a giant
Behind a mountain
Doing something with the sun
A road called to me,
and a puppy followed me
There was a broken sign
In the road, so I fixed it
And hung it in place
On a open building for rest
There was a cot
So I rested
The puppy jumped on my chest
And rested too
I felt it breathe and relax
The sign read
“Rest Your Weary Heart”
And as I know Dreams
Dreams Dear are realms of our souls