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Biography:
I like using words to make both a mental picture as well as display words on paper creatively. I have been writing for over 50 years on little slips of paper that hide my shame and show my emotions. I never thought they had any value or would ever be shared. I am a sexual abuse and torture survivor and I promised never to show my poetry until all my abusers were dead. I was a very successful business person if you ask my competition, however, I have never felt accepted in my inner self and still feel little acceptance. I have adjusted my life to fool everyone by coining a phrase taken from when I taught professional selling, "fake it till you make it" This is the reality of my life. I have been business owner, a counsellor, and a family judge. The only person I could never help was me. In the last two years I have worked hard to improve my body and soul and in so doing I have lost my poetic creativity. I am a married male with an adult disabled daughter who brings me much happiness and joy. I have an adult son living elsewhere. Just recently I found my passion to write again (August 2007) and will be posting new poems soon.
I have a belief that all girls are Princess' and all women Queens. As a male it is our duty and responsibility to show them both respect even at those times they may be acting inappropriate(by societies standards)
I also believe: For every fallen women there is (at least) 100 fallen men.
The upside of my life is I learned to use "gut instincts" and have rescued many from past or present abusive situations. I still give my time freely today. I wear my pink wristband for numerous women who I love (breast cancer) and I wear my blue one (suicide) for the all too many of lifes abused who finally take there life to stop the torment and pain. Many of these souls are poets.
Poets bleed INK!
I have used this following poem to survive some bad times in my innerchild. I repeat it to myself each time I need the strength to go into the unknowns of life or face abuse and bring it to justice. It may assist you to understand who I am. (If you choose to really know me)
The poem is
Invictus
by William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me
Black as a pit from pole to pole
I thank whatever Gods there be
For my unconqerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how straight the gate
How charged with punishment the scroll
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul.
Biography:
I like using words to make both a mental picture as well as display words on paper creatively. I have been writing for over 50 years on little slips of paper that hide my shame and show my emotions. I never thought they had any value or would ever be shared. I am a sexual abuse and torture survivor and I promised never to show my poetry until all my abusers were dead. I was a very successful business person if you ask my competition, however, I have never felt accepted in my inner self and still feel little acceptance. I have adjusted my life to fool everyone by coining a phrase taken from when I taught professional selling, "fake it till you make it" This is the reality of my life. I have been business owner, a counsellor, and a family judge. The only person I could never help was me. In the last two years I have worked hard to improve my body and soul and in so doing I have lost my poetic creativity. I am a married male with an adult disabled daughter who brings me much happiness and joy. I have an adult son living elsewhere. Just recently I found my passion to write again (August 2007) and will be posting new poems soon.
I have a belief that all girls are Princess' and all women Queens. As a male it is our duty and responsibility to show them both respect even at those times they may be acting inappropriate(by societies standards)
I also believe: For every fallen women there is (at least) 100 fallen men.
The upside of my life is I learned to use "gut instincts" and have rescued many from past or present abusive situations. I still give my time freely today. I wear my pink wristband for numerous women who I love (breast cancer) and I wear my blue one (suicide) for the all too many of lifes abused who finally take there life to stop the torment and pain. Many of these souls are poets.
Poets bleed INK!
I have used this following poem to survive some bad times in my innerchild. I repeat it to myself each time I need the strength to go into the unknowns of life or face abuse and bring it to justice. It may assist you to understand who I am. (If you choose to really know me)
The poem is
Invictus
by William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me
Black as a pit from pole to pole
I thank whatever Gods there be
For my unconqerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how straight the gate
How charged with punishment the scroll
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul.
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- I'm a citrine experience poet for 156 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is ""Don't have a cow unless you are a cow" and "If you can't help someone; try not to hurt them"".
- I am a guy (Canada)
- When I'm not writing, I'm retired business consultant .
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- I have 156 comments, 44 poems, 3 stories
My Poetry
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I am one, but not lonely without you, sharing your trail with me
For silence and thought are precious commodities today. -
While he lingers in the hospital for weeks staring upward they cut at his head again34 lines, June 22, 2008
My Stories
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The last time I saw Paris he was drinking a beer at the pub in Pitt Meadows. He didn't see me. At the time of my arrival he was draped over the waitress licking at her ear. &nb332 lines, 2 comments, November 10, 2005. In <200 lines, Spiritual
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Franz and Fritzie Cats lived in a small house near a shallow lake under the lip of a volcano's settling pond. Every day they would waken early and step outside to smell the war595 lines, 2 comments, November 9, 2005. In <200 lines, Romance
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silent-screamer on October 27, 2006I have returned from my self-imposed exile.
My creativity has dryed up and almost blown from view.
I will put pen to paper or fingers to the keys
I will try to sit, relax and start to write anew. -
Elegantly Broken on January 20, 2006I see you haven't logged in for a little while. I hope all is well,
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silent-screamer on November 10, 2005thank-you. we will venture forth hand in hand and explore this massive confusing site. Most of what I find here I find by accident. Hope you are doing better than me.
