Sometimes what deeply bothers: Sometimes what deeply bothers us has to do with ourselves, ergo that seeking of deeper Faith. All else turn into shadows in the Light. Thanks for sharing.
How loudly this silent song: How loudly this silent song sings! Yes. And there are rooms in our lives that may be forgotten but contain so much of us and much of what we still carry and breathe in our todays. Thanks for sharing. /Rik.
This is the next best thing: This is the next best thing to attending one of your readings. It takes a special kind of skill to write spoken word poetry—the kind of free-flowing, emotion-packed, engaging lines that lend themselves to the oral tradition that is the root of poetry itself.
As I imagine these wonderful compositions being spoken with tone, inflection and feeling, I'm experiencing the poems on a new level.
It was a pleasure to read your very relatable, spontaneous and satisfying "Spring Came Regardless". This is the ordinary made meaningful and beautiful. You make it look easy, but this type of down-to-earth inspiration is actually difficult to pull off in a way that truly moves the reader. And I was moved and delighted. Precious words.
"Daddy the Dentist" seems perfectly tailored for performance poetry. It generates emotion with a heart-gripping story and soundwork to underscore the memories. Profound simplicity.
Applauding your presentation.
I always suspected that the: I always suspected that the people who arrive at ultimate truth, who carve a path through all the world's propaganda and programming, are those who are brave enough to consider that they could be wrong. This rare ability to put aside fear and pride and be open to new ideas shines bright in your inclusive, wise and teachable outlook.
It's also impressive that you avoid the temptation to make knee-jerk conclusions based on emotion.
I'm making a bold statement here, but I honestly believe that this perspective, if shared by many, could make this world a far better place.
Very enlightened guidance to grow by.
Each facet of your "Brutal: Each facet of your "Brutal Romance" (Eye-catching title. Bravo!) crackles with imagination, passion and prowess.
"My kiss is a twisted promise" Oh, yes!
"My joy is an ironic perversion" Nailed it!
"What feats of tender assassinations" Amazing!
"But I've always been
Exactly what you wanted
And never needed most" Got it! Blazing words.
It's always a pleasure to find a new post by you. I can count on being dazzled.
It's a huge honor just to: It's a huge honor just to have you stop by. Your very encouraging comment meant so much, and I enjoy reading you as well. Thank you, wonderful weaver of words, for your support.
Thank you. That and 1981's: Thank you. That and 1981's were the two most horrific autumns of my life, and they still haunt me to this day---even to still having nightmares from time to time. But thanks for reading and commenting.
With the falling of the: With the falling of the leaves comes that feeling of connections, not so much intimacy but its infrastructure breaking apart and landing where proximity won't allow. The separate paths thus continuing on in the succeeding cycles of being, another Spring but the same old feeling. Too poignant to describe. Thanks for having shared.
The power of the words you: The power of the words you have chosen, and how you have deployed them, radiaties off the page to a tremendous reading experience.