Poetry is the most personal form of literature. We each have our own experience base and world view. What the words mean to me can’t possibly be the same for you. This is not a problem; this is what makes poetry what it is. I know my poetry doesn’t follow established literary rules, but my poetry, my rules.
16 peninsular arse framed cows peripheral
Our planet is framed by a structure encompassing all living things
Nothing is peripheral to our existence, we are what sings
There is no room for the peninsular, we are continuous
Be not an arse, kindness in not arduous
Just as cows give milk, life is what kindness brings
The spectrum of life is the whole of us
17 tend sharp seam transform swing
Darkness collapses to transform the heart empty
The cold strengthens and makes me feel eerie
The seam between the emptiness and the abyss is dread
The sharp call of the raven makes me shake in my bed
Memories of that day tend to haunt that I fled
The dawn has come, I hear the chimes swing in the wind
I grab my clothes and proceed to conquer, I am disciplined
18 dizziness tick octagon rattle culture
The dizziness of a tumultuous world crushed upon me
The foreboding tick of the clock told me I wasn’t free
The rattle of the chains haunts the memory of that day
The culture of unforgiveness casts a shadow over those who would be free
Like the octagon sign stops traffic on the way, a little kindness makes it go away
Pete's Wisdom 