Today I met with part of the Grammar police. Driving my heart wide open. I have no education sculpted in time to teach me past, present, or future of any of my lessons. I love semicolons but don’t know why. Can I tell you any of the reasons why I can’t spell. No! They are my assumptions in memories. Why don't I even know the rules? Why I don’t even want to. I am a poet who doesn’t want to be confined and I love my free spirit. Form is flowing and I am happy to be alive. I can hear you and I know your form. I can use my charms to let us know we are alive. My brain does nothing to articulate, rolling only with my spirit. I express what runs and flows free. I am happy to live in only my own space and I am not afraid to be afraid. I hear you now and I am open to your editing and expression
