From everything i see,to the way i breathe is poetry,getting up in the morning,brushing my teeth,washing my face & putting on my sneaks,my clothes,my music to what i eat... is beautiful poetry.from the way i speak to my walk,my feet meets the pavement,my motion unique,nature & me mixed chemistry,a wave of my hand,body gestures,my lips sweet as nectar,venom is discret but stil can be fitfull in poetry,the wind,the sun,rain... wets my skin,with its own storys of where its been,the birds chirping,as the trees soak in the rays giving oxygen,its all pieces in this notion,the cars,trucks,buses,planes,or millions of people,is poetry in motion.