dont try to be Clever or Articulate at all, Just open your thought Orifice of Choice and let it go like an enema flushed out, one day you may see, all you have to be is truthful and focused to assimilate a fine feeling with the right way of saying it... from your heart Dont Edit unless you feel compelled to better explain, try not to say too much, but sufficient unto the sentence thereof... Purity and simplicity like this wonderful contemplation below... that is Poetry baby...
Just talk directly from the place you Dream in, stop thinking deliberately, just feel your way like an old Baby waddling in emotions forget logic altogether this is a medium where you interpret sensitive feelings and oceans of wild emotion, let humility be your honest Editor, by all means, tell a few lies, but never lie to yourself... Know where the bullshit starts and ends, or you will be swept away by your own misappropriated over-enthusiasm...
everybody can do it, when you break through the Blood-Brain Barrier and on through Heart n soul via the GUTS, with the lubricant of many tears and broken sleepless nights on a park bench in Misery like Poor Old POE a failed Loser yet a solid* Genius of Melancholia and the addiction to grief of a Broken Heart... Written directly from His Aorta, the Largest Blood Vessel in the Human Body
(The aorta begins at the left ventricle of the heart, extending upward into the chest to form an arch. It then continues downward into the abdomen, where it branches into the iliac arteries just above the pelvis)
that is how most Real Poets die, lost in regret and asphyxiated by the past drowning in sorrow silently to be placed into a Paupers Grave like Mozart was, Yet Proof His Achievements will be the Joyus muse of others for all of eternity...
The body is Nothing as the Actions of the 'Imagination' alone can outlive Civilisation itself, Yet I have every faith that the true Library of the Earth will not burn like that of Alexandra probably the most damaging blow to us right up to this Day? do your own research for the immutable probability of that Concluded expectation, just Try!... it will hit you like a sucker punch in the solar Plexis... man,
Bodys burn yet mere words from paper to Heart LIVE FOREVER, so please take the Baton, and Be a Poet, you will be filled with Gods Love before you know it...
Poets are the Real Priests of God
momentarily and occasionally...
For all time and all peoples
AT ONCE in spiritual synchronicity
* a sick unintended Pun on Poe being found Frozen to Death, sorry
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