My note
06/26/2009 01:55 a.m.
I must disclaim that my writings are not those primarily of black and white love it or hate it, simply a beautiful tribute to the variety of the world. I try not to jump around like a headless chicken on a trampoline but I simply have to give thanks for all of the variety before my eyes just when looking at this world as without it everything would be unbearably bland or perhaps lackluster. So you can call me a morbid SOB or you may refer to me as a modern explorer of the darker and more interesting side of existence as a vast whole.
When people age there seems to be a natural process involving a gaining of the inability to appreciate anything for its entire worth. As children we are a lot more likely to enjoy things that are viewed, by adults, as simply trivial or even farfetched. When I was a child I was given a bee be gone for Christmas. I shot lizards like a trained sniper off of my fence, and buried them in what I called the lizard cemetery. In my mind I was a hero of a soldier who would destroy the evil lizards before they could harm my allied ants. This was very real to me. As a man I feel that the cemetery is the most interesting part of that small antidote because it is full of mystery. No one knows what will happen after death and that is why I write a lot of my poetry to lead up to death because from there the reader can fill in their own theories or belief’s.
As with the love/hate criticism that I have received I simply say that trying to label even emotions is truly impossible. My writings may have a bipolar-type of theme to them, when looked at by a psychiatrist, however to those seeking art and beauty that is what they will receive.
My only hope is that my writings will bring positive feelings into the hearts of the reader, and nothing more.