Poetopia

                  

Poetry is an ocean where i empty the left over wine from the cup of a broken heart and make libations of the dregs into the soil of depression.
     
Poetry is a room where I  tell you my flaws without shame.
With it,I can sculpt the shape of my heart and show you the dark paths i’ve throde.
And you will know the storms I’ve weathered,the memories I carry.

   Poetry is the language of the spirits and only the poet really knows what he speaks!
    He could say one thing and mean another!;
How would you know? For Only the poet has the access codes of the safe that bears his words.

Poetry is a place where you can speak unspeakable things and readers scarcely look beyond your skill.
Have you paused to ask these questions:
What if they knew you were the gentle man that robbed their house last night?
What if they knew you were the Aristo from the hotel room,the other day?
No!..they couldn’t!
For poetry clothes a nude body with a finely woven cape of words
That leave you mouth agape.

Poetry is a listener that never judges the guilty, this way he[the writer ] [me]can pour his mind copiously into the jar of the wind,mounting his toes to dive into the sea of freedom.

Poetry renovates a broken story into a sweet adventure with the colours of words.
When I am down,when you are not there,when I seek someone that will not judge me,I go to ‘poetopia’
In the land of poetry there are no limits,the portals  of time can open into any realm,
For in ‘poetopia’..my ‘poetopia’ we run on the most powerful fuel in the universe-words!