Just simple.

A  simple person
With a simple life
Using simple words
to tell a simple story
to create a simple picture
which stays forever
in the mind
That’s what poets do
Just simple .

Shell✨🐚

In the end
It doesn’t matter
Who you are
Where you’re from
What you have
The great things you’ve done
All that matters is
what  you shared.
and how you cared.
for everyone.
Feel free
In the end.

Shell✨🐚

As we age,
let us not forget
to share the wisdom
we have gained
with the coming
generation.

maybe someday
I’ll spill my guts to you
lay out everything that has hurt me and is still hurting me
give the story behind every poem I’ve ever written and heard and loved
maybe I’ll tell you everything,
you who was not here to witness
who didn’t see the rise and fall of rome,
the death of Latin but the survival of it’s plays
you who hasn’t been here long enough for the unfurling
maybe I’ll rip off all my petals
show you the inner workings myself
maybe someday,
I’ll tell you all the parts that I leave out, when I comfort you from the same burdens that crushed me
show you all the scars on my tongue, from biting it around you
tell you the stories these scars held back
maybe someday
I’ll just simply tell you everything
introduce you to my demons
and let you see the monstrous teeth that sit in rows behind my own
the blood under my fingernails, not all someone else’s
and see what you do
maybe someday I’ll tell you everything
maybe someday I'll spill my guts to you
maybe,
maybe one day

his head was full of air
eminent domain he had shared;
as though the wind had yelled
King Almighty, are you there?

in this life here now
there is something called a mind
we all share the one