In this time and place You have shown me the grace You have given me wings You have shared many things Your giving nature Can not be measured For this I love you You have led me to The door of my dreams It felt like sunbeams You have shared a sunset A kind I'll never forget For this I love you
This is the past...welcome! I go there to sense the arms of mother. I've come here because it's fun. This is where the blues are born. This is comfort... There is no change in what has gone. It is beautiful, isn’t it? I could stay here forever; I don’t really want to. This is where I cry.
The child sleeps, the innocent weep. Why does the child have to reap the hurt of a parent gone wild?
Struggling....squirming to breath; under a pillow its smothering. Who is doing this to me? I cry out, trying to scream; a zephyr removes the carbon dioxide. My heart beating like the surge of a riptide.
I thought long on what to put here....I think it may serve better to defer you to my poetry. The following poems would be more telling then what I might ramble on about. So, if you wanted to take a chronological approach to getting to know me then you might want to follow this list:
Suffice it to say there is a part of me in all my poems. But these would be my top 10 that best tell the most about who I am.
As far as my picture is concerned, I don't think I'll post it...as really this is not about me, per se. Its about my experience of living in this world. So, I am going to create a Self-Portrait and will post it soon.
"And he sang to them, now in the Elven tongue, now in the speech of the West, until their hearts, wounded with sweet words, overflowed, and their joy was like swords, and they passed in thought out to regions where pain and delight flow together and tears are the very wine of blessedness." The Return of the King
---J. R. R. Tolkien