That's Poetry

Only one thing in common, to write to wrote as many as you can, imagine the mysterious way of love everywhere in thin splattered shattered and battered the wind was expend, how loud it spoken for like lightning bolts coming through and throughout the electricity shocks and shackles to shake rattle and roll, that's poetry in there, especially the moment can be more then ever been told, deeper part was and were in life, to tell to learn to teach to compassion each other of true meaning on friendship and at least relationship on that clean slate road to be happiness and easygoing journey as one simple pair, that's poetry in the mist to hold on the old  humongous fist all day long constantly, the river filled of diamond of the rough and tough as many as it goes forward, that's poetry right through your opportunity fingertips in the world upon thee, all you need to bleed of roasted fire and admire by someone who fell in love to stand three floors high in the Eiffel Tower from Paris, France all over and over, it's okay to overlook up, not all the way down south, you cannot to shake lovable legs and part of spiritual and visual body and good looks, it never been to breakthrough any sack of bones in pieces, that's poetry

Written by
Michael James Brindley
4-20-17