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My Poem “The Poetry Only I Could Write”
No one is born with a pen in their hand... No one is born with experience in their head... No one is born with the knowledge of who they are and what they are supposed to do with their life... No one is born with all that they could ever need; however, everybody is born with the potential to become anything, or anyone, and if we are lucky then we get to be born to, and brought up with, parents and guardians who will give us more than we could ever dream. I was, I am, and I will always consider myself one of the lucky ones - because from the moment of my birth I was given uncontainable and unconditional love by my Mum and my Dad... I was, I am, and I will always be a dreamer who will do whatever I can to make whatever I can imagine a reality... I was, I am, and I will always be the one who will never allow darkness to eclipse to the light that throughout everything I have had to go through has kept me from going mad... I was, I am, and I will always be someone who will never give up on anything or on anyone whom to me beams with an ever-glowing essence of pure joy and poetry. I have always believed and I have always shared my belief that everything happens for a reason... from the moment that the wolf within my soul began howling as a result of the love that I felt, which eventually inspired my first poem and all that have followed, I knew that I was who and what I am for a reason... I have always loved making connections physically, intellectually, emotionally, and allowing myself to fall like a shooting star to Earth and find myself somewhere I have always been fated to be with people whom I have always been destined to meet... from the instant that the spark of inspiration within my mind was ignited, I have always known that only I could have seen what I have seen, only I could have been to where I have been, and only I can think, imagine, express, and write the poetry that only I could write.
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My Poem “Return of the Poet”
Even though, at times, I may have ventured "Too Close To The Sun", I will always be the "Poet of the Sphere"... even though I have written about "The Wolf in Me", "The Wolf in You", "The Wolf in Us" and "Vega - The Vampire King", I will always emanate "The Sound of Mark"... even though I have been "Playing God", I will always be "The Eternal Boy"... I will always be "The Dreamer and The Dream"... I will always love "Truly Madly Deeply"... I will always be "The Rambler"... I will always be the "Poet of the Multiverse"... I will always be "The Comeback Kid"; because, even though I have stories within me that I believe are just waiting to be told, poetry is my life's blood... poetry is my voice... poetry is my epic flood... poetry is my universe within which I do not have a choice - because poetry is my destiny, it always has been and it always will be... poetry has brought me gifts of connection... poetry has always been within me... there isn't a day that goes by when I do not open my eyes and see the light of inspiration... there isn't a day that goes by when I do not listen and hear the rhythm of life's music in unison with my multi-layered imagination... even when things seemed to be coming to the end of their calling, I always believed that whenever the time arose when I might need to be renewed, the one within would climb, like a "Rising Star", and there would no longer be any limits - because, like a shooting star in the night sky, there would be no stopping the return of the poet.
My Poem “Writer’s High”
That spark! That flash! That light from the dark... That stream of inspiration and energy that flows so fast... That moment of conception... That shockwave and expansion of the internal explosion... That rush to capture that which you know is significant... That immediate change that runs rampant like a fire and effects everything like a solar flare from the Sun... That pulse-racing, breathtaking, eye-opening idea that comes to an artist seemingly from out of nowhere, like a bolt from out of the blue, can feel like a miracle from heaven or from a higher dimension - because the colours that it paints the world with can seem too incredible to be real... when an artist who uses words to create their art feels themselves being pulled along by an idea's wave and riptide they can experience an almost inconceivable soul-fulfilling ascension that might be described as a writer's high.
My Poem “Write What You Like”
For me writing is my passion... For me writing is my release... For me writing is my fashion... For me writing is my peace... For me writing is my voice.... For me writing is my road... For me writing is a necessity and not a choice... For me writing is how I can reach out and remind others that nobody is ever alone... For me writing is a dream made real... For me writing is what has given me gifts of experience of perspective that I might never have known otherwise... For me writing is the first thing that I feel like doing whenever I want to take a serene walk through an Elysium-like countryside field, and whenever I want to remember who I am, or whenever I feel like I need to heal... For me writing is to a writer what singing is to a singer - they have to do what they feel they must; and just as a singer must love what they sing, in my opinion, no matter what words a wordsmith conjures from their imagination, a writer should like what they write - especially if writing is what a writer truly loves.
My Poem “Day of the Poet”
I believe that every day of my life has prepared me for who I am, who I have always been, and who I will always be... I believe that every day of my life - from the moment I wake up in the early hours of the morning, to the moment I fall asleep at night, to the moment I set sail upon the waves of the sea of my dreams - I am seeing, hearing, thinking, imagining, interpreting the poetry all around me that will always continue to invigorate me and inspire me... I believe that every day when a word, a verse, a story, or a new discovery plants it's seed within my mind it has been put there so that I can see it become something even more profound by giving it my own spark of magic... I believe that every day when I reflect inwards and outwards I draw in and I echo from myself something that was always meant to be shared with those who need to hear my message all around the world - from Atlanta to Zurich... I believe that every day when I am writing something that is in every way a part of me, as well as inspired by who I have met, what I have done, where I have been, and when I have been struck by inspiration, was always preordained - which is the reason that I never ask: why? I believe that every day when my heart was broken, I believe that every day when I was blessed to see the sunrise, I believe that every day when I had to keep my thoughts unspoken, I believe that every day when I told someone I loved them as I looked deep into their eyes - every moment, of every hour, of every day has always been when it was my time for me to be me and to shine my poetic light, because being a poet and a writer is the daily destiny of my life.
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