“The pleasure.

The change.

The challenge.

The collaboration.

This is what poetry meant once to me!

But now...

As I sit back and linger deeper in my retirement from writing...

Days on end, my mind slowly rots.

The thoughts and the endless words are there.

But I simply cannot allow them to flow freely anymore.

Because poetry has become a game to most.

An endless mindgame.

A strategic competition of words upon words.

To gather as many that can be gathered...

To gain an audience for your words.

Your thoughts.

Your active approach.

Your actions within or without.

And daily...

You write and write freely.

Boldly.

Courageously.

Without restraint.

Without any filter.

And you express yourselves however you choose.

Crying.

Laughing.

Cursing.

Swearing.

Ranting.

Raving.

Venting.

Just doing whatever you can to get anyone to hear and see your most sincerest and fiercest voice in prose.”

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“But to the many of you who speak through your words...

Take a moment and walk with me for just one minute.

I promise I won't tread too heavily on your place or time for very long.


Here's my...