I don't want to tell you how I've suffered etc. It can all be good if we let it be. An artist needs fuel, so all that stuff that broke my heart and crushed my hope to be somebody significant in this world....forced me to control my distemper and create music, poetry, puppets, stories, many wonderful things. The pain birthed inspiration and production. That's what the poems mean to me. But I don't know how to describe what brought me to the edge of the abyss, so I could write the poems....anyway...no one wants to hear it. So that is the long and short of it.....to describe the poems any more than that would be to take away mystery of discovering what they could mean to you.
In turning to the Great Spirits of Antiquity and ancestors unknown to me whom I reach out to....I have survived and grown a soul...and created a body of work that greatly relieves me, and that all admire. In one of the poems in this compilation, I remark: "A life well lived is like a bell that rings forever; the sound encrypted in our collective soul, enriching Humanity's potential" So in that heartset, I offer these poems to you and hope they touch you somewhere deep inside, and it is helpful to you in some way.