Life of poetry

I was a poet geek in Jr. High School, and on into my early twenties. I had filled several note books full of poems or stories all full of hidden meaning, but recorded time for me.

I stumbled across these just recently during the cleaning of my life and DE-junking of my home. I had always wanted to share these in a published form, not for notoriety, but to get them out there. I had shared these with the subjects that they were about, but the meaning was always missed by them, which having hind sight now fills me with relief. A lot of these are dark and gritty from times of loneliness, sadness by the death of my Father, and rejection and games from teenage angst with frustrated heightened sexuality.

I will be starting with the earliest dated and explain the stories and background. I look forward to sharing these. 



Silence-

There is something about silence,
the word echos absolute nothing.

Racket, noise and rage sends in unease,
killing mt peace, drowning silence senses.

-1992