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(Sometimes we all get to a point where we let life take control of us. We all need to be carefree sometimes. However the consequences of  it may be more than we can handle. I took two months off in the coast. Days spent wave-watching at the beach and finally reading ‘The Alchemist’. I may not have gotten to the point of total focus; but I could face my past, live my present and believe in my future. We all can if we are brave enough. Let go, let God!)

I’m at peace with the world again

At ease with every spot and stain

Free to believe in the gain of fame

Ready to regain my faith in life again

Too soon to call it quits on my beliefs

It’s so true that I can’t escape

From the moments set in stone for me

Sticks & stones will still be thrown at me

 But this worlds will keep me free

That one day I may sit in majesty

Where I’ll no longer be a travesty

On eyes set to discredit me

Dismember and throw blows at me

For today I set out my destiny

To live in love of all who measure up to bout with me

May God always be proud of me.

The Introduction

My names are simple enough, it could be said. My story, however, could be argued isn’t. That right there pretty much introduces you to me and to my world and reflects in my writing.

I love a twist. Hand me something, anything at all, that’s too simple and you won’t get me looking at it twice. ”What’s the point without the challenge?”, I often ponder.

Am a perfectionist and an idealist I admit. The world desperately cries for improvement after all. Mix all the above with my love for adventure and obstinacy against ‘the right way of doing things’ and you have began to understand why I write and how I write.

Fancy words on pretty paper is all well and good! However, it does not compare to the littlest of words simply put; laced with a touch of caring. When words can speak for themselves (as they should do), when there is no doubt to their meaning in the mind of a reader, and when there is perfect harmony in the vision in the mind and even soul of us both; I will have written a work worth seeing the light of day. I write for the art of writing, that its beauty may stand alone; tall, proud, beautiful, modestly confident. That it may live on, never to be a tainted jumble imprisoned as emotion unspoken.

Be re-introduced to who I am, what I do, and who I hope to be.