::im not used to ever holding back in my writings and poetry, political
nor world views also cannot silence me, humanity matters, our voices do
along with natures voice, animal lives are precious, trees and oceans so
full of life and beauty... whilst my choice of living on top of a mountain in
a national forest basically alone with boxer heidi dog may not be for all-
the insight, isolation, and inspiration are well worth any societal loneliness,
for i find in most regards that humans are alone even in a crowd, so although
i am isolated i am not lonely... i am surrounded by thousands of green trees
right now- sunlight and skies poking betwixt and between- birds singing by
day, frogs by night, the night sky pure black pitch with stars so brightly clear-
there is a bear who rubs his bum on my mailbox- a raccoon who gallops upon
my rooftop- two huge black snakes that keep the venomous ones away- panther,
wolves, eagles, squirrels, foxes, deer, bats, other creatures of the night with
unique calls, ive many many wild neighbors- my mind craves and needs this
quiet wild world, who i am and what i express in poetry and articles come from
a deep passion in my soul, all is original from the heart, this place inspires me
and i love it...
a poet is a mysterious entity that captures life without ever firing a shot, seeing
the world from a different reality, an odd perspective that makes sense to the
masses, poetry is art that speaks in rhythmical lines which touch hearts and
spirits of all languages and countries, one need not to suffer to be a poet but
i find it helps; for those living on rainbows riding unicorns in la la land are only
dreamers admiring themselves, for how do poems come to be? they come from
deep shared places that become words that all the world might see, some of the
worlds best poetry is penned in heartache, writing it out does not erase the pain
only momentarily eases it, for me it is spontaneous and whilst i write the world
stops revolving around the sun or the moon holds its breath for untold hours as
words escape; for if they do not bloom they may fade away...
poetry is the voice of the humanity, one must love language and words themselves,
one must love or hate the world, there is no complacency in poetry, no i will do it
some day, no i will not get out of bed and write this, no i will brush this intuitive
understanding out the door...no- alas, it is evidence of life that must be written, for
although love or smiles bring it so shall tears, if your life has burned away poetry
is the ash read by another to soothe their soul; as it should be, nobody should
have any illusion about the true possibility of gaining some thing from the reading
of poetry; for at times it says more in fewer words than novels and history books.

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