Poetry Slam

We are gathered here today

to bear witness the spinning of poetry's cocoon.

All these earth dreamers

struggling to guide their thoughts.

Nervously killing time,

attempting to fill the void that was left.

A void of colossal.

Overwhelming doses of emotion

thus spoken into existence.

Each song of the wind for

an audience to have & to hold.

I will reach Heaven this way--

reveling in the discovery of my new throat.

To give voice to all the thoughts.

Raising my limbs in praise!

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Poetry as a religious experience. I like it. In the beginning was the word.