Poet Introduction I had no idea as a young man of becoming a poet. But sometimes your path may be laid out in advance. Sometimes I get overwhelmed, I get filled with thoughts, words, I have to release them before they drown me.
No matter how stormy life or the world may become, even when life becomes dark, causing panic causing pain, there will always be a lighthouse, a tower of strength watching over you, protecting you, I am patient I am the keeper, and I will always shine the light you need to give you safe passage home.
those solitude hours passing peacefully, the rest of the world becoming non existent, then the first beginning of that magical light wanders through the darkness, everything is fresh, with all new possibilities.
the words placed from thought caught in such a way printed in longhand whether instant or planned they are there traced many times growing showing throughout ages throughout history page by page some follow the meaning some simply read from a past the author gone but as long as the words last long from the past their words will live on.
seeing those flower petals long before they bloom, my senses heightened, their ideas still laying in the soil, sleeping their casual sleep until it warms enough to wake to stretch out to grow, that moment of brightness, placing themselves out there waiting on someone to pass by that can see not what they are but the chance of what they can become.