The Heart That Gives, Gathers.

In A Poem The Words Should Be As Pleasing To The Ear As The Meaning Is To The Mind.

Poetry ... ... A Place For The Genuine, Hands That Can Grasp, Eyes That Can Dilate, Hair That Can Rise

Poetry Is All Nouns And Verbs.

The Enslaver Is Enslaved, The Hater, Harmed.

Life Is Energy, And Energy Is Creativity. And Even When Individuals Pass On, The Energy Is Retained In The Work Of Art, Locked In It And Awaiting Release If Only Someone Will Take The Time And The Care To Unlock It.