I want to make it so hard to understand that my poetry is simple.
I want there to be nothing but meaning.
I would hate it if you really loved it.
I would gasp to hear it took your breath away.
I want it to be really deep nonsense.
I want it to be the stuff that nightmares dream about.
I should work on it, but...
I should believe in keeping the faith too...
I want a poem that is beautifully wrong, in many ways.
I want many ways to make a poem beautifully wrong.
I could prove destiny is nothing more than choices.
I could decide to let fate pave the way to solo voices.
But past regrets are always coming in tomorrow's mail and it never fails that our poetic condition is just another teardrop rinse away. What I mean truly is that surely if emotion racks us black, we can still find a poem in simply... doing. Choose never to write what isn't your greatest mediocre stanza.
So lift up your pens...
and uplift the world...