I am the diplomat for Art. Specializing in language arts.

I went on a walk w/ my dog…

Honeysuckle breeze

Light and lofty

in the air

I ride the waves

Sweet Zephyr breathes

w/o a care

The words

are Poetry

if the ear

can hear.

This is no celebrity

Interview.

~

Spring is fresh life

You stretch your new legs

And give em a try

Summertime

You are in your prime.

Open your eyes

From illusion

Succumb to the warm enchantment,

It will bless your heart w/ zeal!

Hail the red ball

In the morning

Inhale

Sanguine life

Celebrate your

Fluency

Wear the chest

Of a cardinal

Red-breast

Is best

Resilient

Distinct

Bold

This is the character

Of my Poem.

~

Psychology of

The Poet.

I is another.

Whatever we are

As Life,

Not as humans,

But as Life,

Exists forevermore.

But as humans

Manifesting

Our dreams and visions

Imperative

My form

Is an infinite spiral

I guarantee

Nothing at all

Open am I

To Possibility in Life

There is a flow designed

To ride

Come along!

I can’t show you

The womb world

You must travel there

Alone

There is a beach called Diamond

If we can find it

We’ll adjoin as one.

~

Well I’ve met mine

She is draped in purple cloth

Cut of the richest folds

Meshed in the soft swoon

Under a silver moon

At the silent azure grove

Transcendence

w/in us

become more

than you thought

possible.

The only limit

Is what you set—

What if you set none?

The question mark

Looms o’er your head

Black as nothingness

~

Many flock to that pond

I flock to my own

I discovered

A murmuring stream

Running thru

The high alcove

Few will venture here

Where rests my abode

Timber-wood

And river stones

I watch them

Drink stagnation

From the pond

Down below

Perspective shows me

Not to stoop to their level

Black morass of dead bugs

And mildewy vegetation

Provides the dregs

w/ their swill

while I

sip the flow of refreshment

Have you ever wished to know

Who the Poet is?