Once I Had a Form


Once I had a form here,
One I created to write.
Limited the words and the structure
To make a form of writing to appear.
It did. Then like haikus, I got bored.

Is that the nature of form?
To bore after melting the brains waves to meet the form to succeed?
Maybe I’ll create a new form and wonder about again.




and i’m wide awake
so many thoughts ยป none interesting
leaving me bored and reading
past future work now modern real
no longer needing my voice
everyone’s found the way
to find it within
it’s always and all ways been
and now it’s all the rage
finding peace the millennial way
knows the darkness matches the light
and evolution eclipses violence
except in the darkest of we
as We Stand Together
rejecting the ways of death
right here right now