For You

Pixel poets: This is for You.

Pixel poets, The well will never go dry. The pen will -break- for sure, But the well; we’ll never go dry.

Keep it going

This is for You. I wrote this for You. For You, for You, for You This is all for You, You for all, in all ways You.

Keep it going

I say it cryptically because sometimes That’s the best way- the only way -for those: Who don’t see-Who won’t see What We see-as We can’t- Help but see…well- You see.

Keep it going

Because if this means- To You- What this means- To Me- Right now- Then My right now Is gone -as far I can tell- So this is for You.

Keep it going

I don’t know what it is. I know it will rule Your life. I know You will be misunderstood. Everywhere. Except here. I get it. I’ve got it.

Keep it going

Once You see the light of things There no longer are things Just one thing And You’re a part of it Like everyone else except-

(You See it-Sense it-Know it.)

Keep it going

Light travels heavy. You will burden and hurt. But -only- because it is important. The only Important. Too important for anyone.

(But You are Someone.)

Keep it going

You are not alone. My words are with You now, And You are with alone- The alone words share alone. Now You know alone is not alone:

You are not alone.

(I was never told directly.)

Keep it going

This best life. This only life. Walt wrote about it. Maya was here. Emily and Langston, too. Sylvia never made it to know.

(But You will.)

Keep it going

It gets better -not- the part that is horrible -No- that stays horrible. You get better. You get stronger. (You hold more.) And more makes the empty from others Not burst You into empty rooms so much.

You will march to one empty room. You will leave shame on the couch. You will always be full like you are now:

Reading This.

Keep it going

Don’t make excuses. You are necessary. Look at these words. You read them. You are here.

You are necessary.

Keep it going

You see -You sound- You hold The Lonely from listening To light too long too loud To listen to listen to look Not any of those…

(All of them-and-All at once.)

Keep it going

The poem, the heart, the voice That won’t quiet long enough For You to realize:

You’re in love with Love And Love loves a poem of love- And the love that comes From a poet is Love’s love direct.

(Heart of the Poet! Sing Love’s imperative!)

-I’m tired- Love won’t let me be-long Enough to be acceptable.

There’s no other life when Love direct has come. You don’t stand a chance. Rejoice in the futility Of being Love’s choice.

Rejoice and keep Love’s love going

One Day a Poet Will Need to Remember:

Poetry is the sweet-cruel song That never stops stomping The Dance of Love.

Keep it going

Stop the song, You stop the dance. Don’t stop that song, Stomp that dance.

That’s Love.

Love

Is insatiable in Your Hands- To wait on Your Whisper- To feast on Your Words- To shout Your Divine.

Keep it going…

~WYNN