The Dance

The Dance I often get so frustrated That there isn’t an infinite amount of poetry in me I know I need to write it I can feel it in my chest I can feel it even Deeper than that I can feel it in the places where spirit and soul do flow Yet there is…

Poetry

Poetry has been good to me An outlet for all my rantings and ravings A method for taking the soot and the ashes And forming them into a beautiful pottery Then baked and made golden in the sunlight Poetry has been sunshine in the midst of the darkness A beauty and a treasure never quite…

Picasso

Picasso I wish I had a reason for living I wish I had answers for life I often wish I was an artist So I could slosh paint violently all over a giant canvas Taking out every single piece of frustration and pain Slapping it, moving it, putting it exactly where I wanted it to…