Gonna Edit My Smile Back

Lines from edited and unedited poetry...it's my poetry, I'll do what I like

Silence,
is rarely golden for
any artist--
especially one, infatuated, elated, & motivated
by word play, tones &
Newton.
For every action...
Would love to give you
2 bits of poetry,
for
2 bits of can--
be convoluted in can't so much
you'd be giving me
one helluva hand...
I've been celebrated & cherished;
corrupted, co-opted, & hated
But when I look in the mirror
I can still see greatness...
We work,
like ants marching
from recently used picnic grounds,
with gathered particles of nutrients
nestled on our backs...
Renew the belief
& grab the pad &
pen--We
never left, just sat back
in shadows.
Now's the time
to be--
Rewritten.
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When those final winds

come whipping down, you thought you had it

whipped

But that cream came rising to the top

toppling your dreams...

And life changed

as the country changed

and the ship that

seemed to Hope,

couldn’t float, and like waves

we took to the street—...

Refreshing

would not adequately describe

the feeling

if a conversation ensued about:

being rooted, or

belief, or extension of belief

or, or life’s journey, or progressive thought &

perceptions, or commitment...

For we are

the people,

& poets, protestors,

& victims of 

storms,

amassed by 

factors, the federal gov'ment

ignores.