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Hello Family and friends


Welcome to my little sanctuary.I am so pleased to have you drop by and roam around a bit.
I love poetry, and my poems are a mere extension of me. I have no particular style, and I choose to write about my life's experiences, events, situations, and people, that at some point in time, had an impact on me. Skeletons, demons, love, and lost loves; tend to challenge my muse, enabling me to put pen to paper and fly away! I can be anyone, go anywhere, and do anything. My great escape! The best part of it all is having the pleasure of sharing my muse with others , so that they may relate. It is my bond with the outside world. This is who I am.


I Am A Poet

I am a poet.
But not for what I write.
But because of what I feel,
and my unique sight.

I am a poet.
But not for my words.
But for my wisdom,
and the lessons I've learned.

I am a poet.
But it was never a choice.
My muse can't be silenced,
for it has it's own voice.

I am a poet.
It is who I was born to be.
And it resides so deep,
that I may never break free.

For as long as I live
there will always be a part
that lives on the page,
but resides in my heart.

I am a poet.
But not for what I write.
But for what I feel,
and my unique sight.



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Upon Sacred Ground

Gone is the pain!
Gone is the despair!
Lost in my loneliness;
By chance – I found you.

I looked upon the starlit sky.
I saw a falling star!
It was you my love!

Filled with such weight and heavy burden.
Where you fell is now sacred ground!
Love yourself!
Love me!

You are my beautifully scarred angel,
Your wings gone, I kiss oncet they were.
Oh, my love – I hold you in my arms.
My sweet embrace, my heart finds its purpose in you.
I am your and you are my insatiable dream.
I gave my all to you – to save you.

Alas, you must save yourself.
So now you fly!
You are so high!

I will perhaps see you die.
I hold you high!
Goodbye, my love;
Goodbye!

Lebewohl.
Adieux.
Farewell.

18 November 2006
Revised – 15 February 2007
Dedicated to AP Poet: Sacred Ground