To some, my songs of poetry will remain bewildering to the mind, but to others, while searching for a flicker of happiness, they will be the hidden joy the heart never knew existed in the darkness of life.
What I write is not born from greed, wealth or fame, but rather from the jewels of love…the kind representing the sparkle of an infant's innocent smile that goes unnoticed in a world filled with evil and tasteless tears.
The breath of life bears the fire of love for everyone to speak, but sadly, a man's own doing extinguishes these flames of beauty, turning them instead into words of hate and death toward his brother born from the same woman.
My songs of poetry are the voiceless words of my heart speaking with the freedom of love to yours, for my hermitage holds the melodic silence that turns simple words into devoted flowers bowing down in worship before the presence of a beautiful woman.
My songs of poetry also hold the weeping sounds of a man who loves the enemy as his own, for with each falling tear, humility and kindness are whispered along with an eloquent understanding of love and forgiveness.
Yes, my songs of poetry are heartfelt words containing the fragrance of merciful flowers dancing upon paper before the reader's eyes, while giving birth to sweet love and tender sorrow...from the grace and flow of an ordinary pen.