If you could have dinner with one person (dead or alive), who would that be?
Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II
What influenced you to submit to have your poetry performed by a professional actor?
I wished to share the life of one lost to the world
Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?
I have written 4 non-fiction books, a number of short stories, I have written, produced and edited the “Profiler” magazine, five feature scripts and one short.
What is your passion in life?
To do all I can to prevent suffering and starvation of the populace (including animals) and protect children.
It’s about catharsis. Waking up. These things move me not kind of stuff. Whether it’s external b.s. or internal b.s. If we don’t learn to let go and stop being our own worst enemy, we don’t change. If we keep failing the same tests? We keep getting thrown back into the same place, only to be tested over and over again until we learn to let go and stop being slaves and victims to circumstance and bad habits. Only I can do that for me and only you can do that for you. Join me. It’s a cleansing.
What motivated you to write this poem?
I can’t control how they’ll respond. I hope they enjoy it and that they connect to it and to me in some way that is meaningful to them. I’m trying to connect with them. Whatever floats their boat when it comes down to it. If it doesn’t resonate with some, that’s okay too.
How long have you been writing poetry?
In elementary school when I had to for a project. Very sporadically since.
Do you have a favorite poet?
I’m not a real learned reader of the greats. Coleridge’s Kubla Khan because it’s so powerful. Describing the indescribable. It’s powerful, beautiful, terrifying and enigmatic. He was brilliant. I like things that are contemplative. With music, there’s too many to mention. Maynard James Keenan, Roger Waters and David Gilmour’s lyrics make me contemplate their meaning, and I like that. They are sublime.
What influenced you to submit to have your poetry performed by a professional actor?
Sounded like a cool idea. Get it out there.
Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?
Just finished a major revision of my first novel-length manuscript. Wrote a script and shot a short film based on the manuscript (Cuckold Picasso- there’s a trailer on youtube, cuckoldpicasso.com and IMDb).
What is your passion in life?
My family, my writing, and making sure I’m doing things that inspire me. I didn’t for a long time and my quality of life was not what is in today. I began writing seriously two years ago. It changed my life.
Genre: Life, Society
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Took the boat out
Rowed all the way to Fiddler’s Neck Island
What draws me there is
The overwhelming need to purge my soul
Nothingness drags behind me
Like waited down corpse
Weighing down the seedlings of hope
It never tires and clings to me
As if it were the skin I wear
Despair wraps around me like a cloak
As the shore comes into view
The wind whispers through my hair
A polyphonic tune glides
Over every one of my nerve endings
Chilling my core to subzero
Something here at Fiddler’s Neck knows
The heart of this troubled visitor
Isolated in a veil of quite
Feelers probe my subconscious
Causing tears and goosebumps
To speed to the surface
Falling to my knee I begin to sob
And with every spasm of tears
A tiny piece of my soul is pardoned
From the prison of despair
I feel the soothing embrace
Of that thing that lives here
On Fiddler’s Neck
Unseen but always felt
It tears away the clinging nothingness
That is burdening me
With every tear, I feel renewed
By nightfall, I have wondered
Through acres of Fiddler’s Neck
And find myself back at my boat
I am healed
Time to live again
eyes wide; tears streaming,
the slap across my face,
awake me from dreams and fantasy,
to hear the reject clearly.
the fist in my stomach
remind me of former regrets.
the leg against my neck
shouts game over,
tearing my pride apart,
killing me till I really died.
how did I fall for the hug
that seemed to scream
of how I can be cherished;
or the smile that held my gaze.
Heaven’s apple got me enticed,
even Eve in the garden had no choice.
I was mesmerized by his beauty.
my body fitting every inch
got me believing I was right
with choices made.
only five nights before
his eyes spoke the words aloud
I want you
the handshake screamed
can I know you more?
his approach spat
let me take you to a place
his voice whispered
I want you forever.
What does it mean to be broken? Damaged beyond repair maybe? When I speak of being broken I am referring to the emotional state of a single human being. That human being I am making reference to is I. I like so many young boys and girls fell into the false reality of someday meeting my Juliet and living happily ever after. So, that would mean I had to have thought of myself as Romeo. Well, this story doesn’t have a happy ending. I don’t wind up getting the girl nor do we fall romantically in love. What I earlier on mistakened for love turned out to be a ways off. Jordan was her name. Alike the shoe, she was well sought after and not easily obtained. Before, I knew it I was in head over heels for her. With time, we grew apart from one another. It just so happens that we share the same zodiac sign and birth month. Every February I can’t help but think of her.
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