Being A Poet
‘You are a poet’ he said, ‘How does that feel? ’
Like nothing on earth, I think, like I am bleeding words
It calms my system, but fires my imagination
Sometimes I feel it was my fault
Perhaps it was something I said
Sometimes I wake from a nightmare
Reliving it again in my head
How will you remember me? How will you recall my life?
Think of me at 22; impossibly handsome and in full flow
Tearing at life as a bloodhound at a fresh new scent
Life Of A Poet
I never wanted to be famous, I never looked for fame
I always hoped for understanding, to play the rhyming game
I write from life’s experiences, in an empathetic way
The Path Of Light (Desiderata 2006)
Keep on searching for your peace and always look for love
remembering that life is a journey that is over far too quickly
Measure each success from within, without pride or arrogance
No Place Like Alone
Days of solitude lost in a sea of anguish
I vent my feelings on every passing soul and spirit.
The wizard of my strength and will,
has lost his magic touch amidst a blizzard of indecision.