poetry and art and the world
poetry is life
you don’t understand it
life is not made to understand
it is made to live
so live it
feel it
let it hold you and guide you
life is uncertainty
unknowing
unconditionally messy
the world is darkness
foreboding
endless pits of destruction
life is a promise
a universe’s belief that there could be something more
life is a love letter from the universe
life is a love letter to the universe
look what we did
look what we made with what you gave us
life is the universe
life is matter filling the vacuum of space
life is hope
life needs hope
behold poetry
that hope
that little candle in the dark
a spark in an endless winter of the world
it burns when you get too close
blinds when you look too long
but how good is it to feel that pain and know
we are alive
we are still here no matter how dark or how cold
poetry is everything
love and loss
tragedy and joy
poetry is nothing
like words
words are nothing but sounds
but they hold the entirety
of what we see
what we hear
what we know
poetry is the words of the universe
poetry is the words of the void
lonely
forgotten
as meaningless as it is bottomless
language is the words of the body
poetry is the words of the soul
poetry is nature
poetry is the cycles of life and death
poetry is humanity reaching
stretching for that which we cannot see
cannot hear
cannot feel
but we know it
poetry is art
art is love
love is art
art is poetry
love makes the world go around
love your family
love your friends
love your job
love everything
everything you do for love becomes art
walk down the street
turn your face to the buildings
or trees
or fields
fall in love with it
make art with every step
every breath
we are art
you are art
i am art
for we are loved
for the universe loves us
sustaining us
carrying us on
and when we are gone
it loves us
holding us in its arms
growing new life from everything we were
everything we are
you are art my love
you are beautiful
you are deep
you are perfect
even your imperfections
you are poetry my love
every word is meaningful
every word is perfect
every error is perfect
poetry does not have to follow punctuation
or grammar
or capitalization
poetry does not have to follow reality
or rationality
hope is the thing with feathers and still i rise
because i have hope
because i have poetry
because i have art
because i have life
because i have love
the world is a canvas
are you a paintbrush
or the paint
do you shape the world
or are you the one shaped
you are my art
this is my world
this is my canvas
some of you are my paint
the people i bend to shape what i see
some of you are my paint brushes
the people i use to form the world
some of you are my muses
my subjects
my models
i see you
i see into you
i do not make you
but i shape you
if only in my head
because my head is my world
it is all i know
all i see
let me show you my mind
let me show you the world
hidden between my brushstrokes
disguised beneath my words
be the painter
color the world
be the sculptor
shape the world
be the photographer
capture the world
be the author
create the world
be the poet
love the world
the world is my art
you are my art
you are my poetry
because i love you
