Lines

lines on a page
written by my hand
do nothing but look pretty
and sound pretty too

meaning is where you look for it
words say what you want
an empty carton for your sorrows
is best filled with flowers

be mine to entertain
be mine to show the way
be mine to enjoy
be mine so i can be yours.

poems are as dust in wind
thrown out to the world
then swept away
going places before settling

I can write for love
i can write for hate
humor comes too
and also tragedy

what is structure but a cage?
better to be free
write what comes
don't worry over minor things

the mind dparts the text
just to see what's next
in places people never go
only imagination dwells

it doesn't have to make sense
it doesn't have to rhyme
it doesn't have to sound good
or even be on time

a poem is as poem does
just that and nothing more
don't look to deep
or you might drown

analize and synthesize
break apart and rearange
particles floating free
only to collect in bins

lines are written
lines are lost
lines are followed
and lines are tossed

don't think too much
if thats not hard
just let it flow
and let it die.