Radical and disruptive, an independent thinker. Eschewing the crowd, for my refinement. I am an island and an ocean, and a lone sail boat upon that ocean. I am as deep and wide and expansive as a canyon. I am a prophet and a poet, speaking of beginnings and ends, ways and means. I am the means through which delicacies are created. I also eat those delicacies, and fill my plate with the ripest fruit. I engorge myself on the world, and its sugar sweets. Like sap from a large maple my creations flow. Isn’t it enlightening tho? Like an apple from the tree of knowledge. I am also everything, and contain everything. No body is remote from me. I make love to everyone, the same, and actively. I contain all, nothing lacking. I am part man, part cosmic entity. I am an escape and a passageway into the natural world, putting distance between myself, and this synthetic one. There, the very real! Of mountains, sunsets, streams and flowers. Here, the very real! Of pain, joy, loss, and reconciliation.
I present mankind with the same wonderment as nature. As a natural, wild, and free thing. I enable his freedom, and break his bonds. Into a secret place sublime I travel, or laying still, like an animal, gnawing on the bone. I suck the marrow out of life. So do I dream and watch through my windows.
I await your arrival to this work, so you can appreciate it like I do. These dreams themselves are my everything, my reality. I give everything my everything- everything to my work. Everything to this wealth of creation. And I spread my wings to infinity. These are my destiny.
The smoke is still hovering above those distant trees, and the scratch is in my throat. I choke on these experiences the same way. And they are also scars of fire. The ember still burns hot. The ash is charcoal for my artwork.
On my labor, I choke. And on my own self-evaluation and aggrandizement. In my estimation, I am no fool, tho I play it willingly.
I am a seeker, pathfinder and pilgrim. Love is my inspiration, and also my sorrow. Love for an imperfect mankind! There is no emotion I have not felt or discovered the hidden meanings of. I am a man of experience. And a man of hot breath and voice. Also, of ghost and cloud. I fly above it, into the higher atmosphere, having ascended from my ruin, and I speak my truth, in confusion, or when healed, perfectly clear. The dangerous and difficult causes tremors to speak. With dripping sweetness or wild rage, I shout it out! Sometimes I abhor the uproar I cause. Out of my depths, I sprout the growth of future dreams and goals.
The seed becomes a tree eventually, and I am patient in my cause.
I am spent here, in my poems and my love, for you to discover me- to mark me out from the crowd, as an enlightened soldier. There is love in me as well as hate. There is loneliness here, as well as reciprocation. There is a deception, as well as a truth. There is birth and death, beauty itself and marvelous insights in my verse. Read me here and discover me here, in these images and serpentine-like phrases. Know that the body of the cosmos inherits the body of this man. I have inherited the world, and then reciprocated that gift. I am indeed, a world and a gift.
Know that my poems are gifts meant to inspire, or steal you away from the malaise. They are meant to be valued, or decried, but never ignored.
Each phrase here is a beacon of light out of the darkness of this man. A man who stands on his own strength, meaning what he says, and stating his interpretations without omission or renunciation. And he stands for himself, and himself alone. A supreme individual, I ask no one to follow me, and don’t believe I’d be recognized accurately.
Namely, I am a poet, and a creator of art. I make my discoveries in people and places, and interpret those traces through my intuitive eyeballs. I interpret everything through myself- and am all eyeballs and ears. My bright blue eye can spy an image there. Behind that stone an ancient creek ripples. I hear it, like rain along a gutter.
I explore through my viewpoint- which is expansive and ever further expanding. What I consume, and what I believe, is in fact, the essential of me. One is experience, one is interpretation but they both are rendered here in a kind of ecstasy. Take, reader! take take take from me, and misunderstand these works, at your leisure. Peruse my work, and consume it, and reciprocate it, by disseminating it, multiplying it, and let it infuse your body too. Or infect it? However you see it. I will feed you food that tastes sweet, like hemlock. And just as dangerous. Do not fear it! I want you to ingest what I have divested. Let it be digested. There is power in it. Do not neglect it!
Let the ripple of mine from this pebble flow and spread all over the globe!
My little boat has tread the wide ocean blue on its way to find you.