PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Society gave me a definition;

I created a story with poetry…

I had stage fright;

yes, I was shy…then society

defined my persona and an

image was established

—I ran with the idea; creating

a story of my life with poetry,

and only I will tell it best.

The beginning felt surreal, but

never a doubt in my mind I

would become the SoulCritic…

poet of our time and generation.

[I recall being the featured poet

for two years in a roll…]

Today I am featured in the Inner

Ear Poetry Jam in Fresno, and the

Loud Mouth Poetry in Visalia;

a friend from high school told me,

“Oh, so you stuck with that!” …

”THAT?” he probably meant poetry!!

Anger and hate were my first

inspirations and the influence of high

powered drugs, never a junkie, might

of overdose, but I don’t recall.

Today my environment inspires me,

including you the audience.

These pages I bleed my life on have

become my haven, my soft asylum,

and purgatory to all my unwritten

poems; in between those poems there

are a few love letters never given.

My life is an open book with missing

pages—the darkest years are haunting

memories now; at times they reminisce

with me… again.

Define me as a poet and storyteller;

I create passion with nouns, verbs, and

pronouns (words)