Four Horses & No Men

An Inverted Apocalyptic Adventure: The Horses emerged from the depth of the ocean during the churning of the oceans, and the turning oceans slowly turned to blood. The Horses swam to follow a moonbeam to a meadow, and once upon the meadow lands they all four vomited, they became sick from being half flesh and half of the fire spirit. Their empathy and sympathy also was spewed upon the prairie. Memory rambling went on in the minds of the four Horses as they recalled their duties. The land of bleeding: Imagery came to them from around the globe, people killing over food, everywhere. Humanity turned into animals, cannibals. Diseases!! Animals and Mammals turn on man... Rapid, rapid, rapid. And the Horses vomited again, thus the brilliant gold crown which is the suns rays of re-birth illuminated, shined on the schools of dolphins racing through the sea, and humanity swimming for their lives, if they where near any kind of water, they surely were, because even Catfish was on the prowl. Dolphins used humans as recreational balls all through the sea, and blood sporting it was the Horses thought, it would be nice aqua valley ball skull. The tables of the world, humanity's world-tables was turned and broken. The invisible time zone cage was finally worthless.
About the Author: My Internet Writing Life Motto is- Keep it Poetry and Poetry Shall Keep You:, Short Bio: Hazard... I have to take the road that Bruce Lee took towards the Martial Arts, as an Analogy here. Like Water; I take the Literature Arts of Poetry. In the beginning I used free verse, swift rhyming, lyrical, metal-rap-groove verse. With definition and aggression. Now I try different systems, in all genres, as always, And put them to my personal use, furthermore put to use what is useful when needed, and reject what I don't need at the time for a specific write. Using no specific way is the way, I am the way I write, but keeping in mind, the tools at hand. No limitations as the limitation. With all poetry styles ( trapping, and grabbing)- (Mind locks-Heart locks-Spiritual locks-) Honestly expressing ones self is difficult to do: The Poet, the creating individual is always more important than any style or system. Absorb what is useful, discard what is useless, And add to what is your own. I write my own interpretation of poetry. Concepts behind concepts. Dedicating to creating creative new-original thoughts, and poetry. Like I write with one hand, but if I could write with the other, at the same time, a different poem, that would be to break boundaries. As asking multi-tasking: Poetry styles separate poets. Style is a continuous growth. Poetry skills/tools are weapons and you have to use all of them, to incorporate all styles. (Move all parts of your poetry) Put everything into it, all energy. Rest then progress. A true poet is constantly growing, and when he or she are bound by a set of styles, or a way of doing things, that's when he, or she stops growing. To reach a reader you have to move to them, advance, and retreat- advance retreat, furthermore slide and step back, push, and push back, circle them ( put the reader on defense), and close them in, and hit them with the best closure. Poetry is like water, flexible, it has to go somewher