poems are feelings, <br />logic need not be there <br />but could be just instinct <br />words flowing like a river <br />following nothing but that <br />which takes the curves <br />of least resistance <br /> <br />enjoy over there the <br />view of the naked bathers <br />those that dive and <br />swim beneath the waters <br />only to rise and show <br />the beauty both outside <br />and within <br /> <br />look at the trees lining <br />on the banks of desire <br />up there the clouds have <br />tongues licking the <br />shapely bodies of the skies <br /> <br />we reach the edge and <br />we fall freely to the lowest <br />level of our journey <br />soon we will write about <br />the impact of the fall <br />the pains and the lowest <br />ebbs of our lives <br /> <br />do not be afraid to write <br />the worst lines for they <br />speak the truth of what <br />happened to each of us <br />faithful to our craft and <br />consistent to our conscripts <br /> <br />we dance we dream we die<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/do-not-be-afraid-to-write-the-worst-lines/
