Shoot poetry

If I stay closed I'll wonder why the worlds so cold.
How can i expect to be warm if I don't share the warmth?
This reality has lessons I'm sure
The Lessons better me and more if they're heard.
A quiz, pop
What makes poetry stop?
Indecision, i.e. being a flop.
Make decisions and move, a great groove
ensues when you do as you do without pause
To few the rhythms into a state of untrue.
When that arises take a deep
And exhale it neat
Flowing out the toxins of the street
The dis-ease that arises entirely within thee.
If you exhale it out you'll really be free.


Emanuel Caparelli