How is Poetry

How is Poetry?
Poetry is Fine.
Yeah, that's cool! So, really. How is poetry?

There are times when the antenna doesn't clear up the circumstance. It merely gives you a better picture of how things are going to be. It gives you the chance to understand things that you never thought you could ever understand or would ever have to.

Through my antennas I am finding that I have to plaster on some pretty thick skin. I have to guard my heart from jealousy that may lurking around me. The idea is to not get the wrong idea. Some poets in the family wish you the best - they are the ones that pray for growth and guidance. Then there are the others - they are the ones that assume that you think you are better than everyone else. They are the the ones that dislike you as soon as you receive that extra hand clap.

How is Poetry?
Poetry is Fine.
Yeah, that's cool! So, really. How is Poetry?

Poetry is definite. Poetry is unchanging. Poetry is change. Poetry is believing and then dis-believing. Poetry is ugly as hell. Poetry is stained beauty. Poetry smells rotten and then it smells sweet. It is my everything. It means absolutely nothing. Personally I miss it.

Poetry is Fine.