You Are the Eyes of the World

You, poet, poetess... ARE THE EYES OF THE WORLD! Now that I've got your attention... let's sail to avenues where few too many cooks infuse attitutudes, burn britches in the kitchen. Let us wave banners and quake fault lines of the masses, generate public interest bigger than entering contests, so the future wins as we arrest eye sights of their asses. We've got something special in here; everyone sharing and caring and staring at screens like queens stare in the mirror. Hey, I've got an idea dear, rather it's more like a scattered ideal, real rednecks call "Idears, ya' hear!" So put down yir' sweet tea, turn off Duck Dynasty and come fly with me. We've got a whole generation of people sleeping through myriads of poetic songs. I contest we kick 'em in the ass with something true, something strong. We've got a beautiful community begging to be read. But right now, the only ones reading are those who should be writing instead. We need to reach out, feed the needy, there's so much to teach. We are at the beginning of something huge, but I need YOU to see there's a universe to reach. Look in the mirror, understand where you stand... --------------- Note... This stage could be HUGE!!! Poets are the last line of defense. But, here we are limiting our song, SARDINES IN THE TIN. We must think bigger, and generate vibrations for the whole world to see. Poetry is so much more than a club. WE ARE THE EYES OF THE WORLD! There is no communication more true than this....what we live, what we give, what we do--- It's up to me and you!