Poetry

I've found bad prose is just the wondering of not driving my own desire. Value is a desire for what I want and I discover that value. What I wanted this morning was just to write. For no other reason except to write. I am filled with a sense of strength. Like a precise needle point, I can stitch each thread to form a picture. But it's not the picture that gives me pleasure. I often hardly look at any of my completed poetry. When I type I feel my strength. When I sit and know what I want I am clear and strong. One person even seemed to want to name me clarity. Clarity is an eleven instead of a nine like Charity. Charity was a dog who helped me, but clarity is only a view. But when I type like that love it feels like an action. Even if it's only an orange play like a fool in Shakespeares play. If you want to write well, then know what you want. The value would be discovered and no one cares about a broken heart. Isn't that sad. There's beauty in a heart that values love for it's own sake. But for some reason, poetry taught me that people like to pretend where there's no value. Because love is too much of a boring thing for most. People do like a valueless desert with no hope or real purpose. And I had that experience once. It's appeal is freedom. But in that I found love. If you want to have meaningful life you have to embrace a meaningless life. That's integrity. Just to enjoy someone's company. Not to recruit someone for philanthropy or for work or to alter someone's behavior. That's the alternate corruption of meaning that people seem to prefer. Bad relationships and empty leaders to try to fill an empty play where only being human can fill.