Poet Introduction "I do not write from a place of angst, frustration, or inner turmoil. My poetry comes from thoughtful introspection and consideration of various topics while respecting the many forms of the poetic genre."
When you look at my picture, What do you see? A man of means, and of wealth? Yes! in good health. My posture exudes such pride, Nothing to hide. Educated in top schools, I am no fool. However, there is a truth. Known by the sleuth. I am a man of no means. So poor, it seems. I use my master's best clothes To feel big, bold. The garbs help me with my task. A goodly mask; Made only of perception, Oh deception! This disguise, like a prison. Don't want freedom. Trapped by my...
Around and around it goes. When will it all stop? Nobody knows. Fate, friend, or foe? By whose hand Into the next life will I go? Turning upon turning, I have no control. My influence upon things are an illusion. Wandering through life. Accepting my portion. On this insipid Wheel of Misfortune
Why do I keep trying to make it? Life keeps crumbling in my hands. I just don't think I can take it. Like Lucy tricking Charlie with the ball, Life sets me up for fall after fall. If insanity is doing the same thing, while you truly expect different results. Then, I must be crazy to go on... thinking that things will change. I have had an epiphany or sorts; a new revelation if you please. It's time to cross out of the dream into reality. Nothing changes. No one really cares. I am abandoning the chains of hope mingled with confusion. It's...
Uncomfortable fails to describe, the multitude of emotions I felt inside. The look... The feel... The smell of death saturating every soul No words spoken could erase: The sadness, the pain, the grief Everyone longing for relief.
Who ever invented the art of writing, must have done it as to keep men from fighting. The creator of the first functional pen, surely had the goal of guarding men from sin.
When emotions are heated, in an uproar; And feelings surface which one cannot ignore, There's a way to respond without an attack; Without violence or a wicked comeback.
Rather than drawing blood, just spill ink in prose Penning vengeful thoughts on paper, not throw blows Authors... poets... know the secret of the age Sit and create works, the cure for a writer's rage.