Happiness I had and you hid me away Freedom was mine, now there’s no sign I was shining my light and you burned it out Subduing me to the point of nothing and changing my route In the desolation that surrounds There is silence, no sound Where is God in all of this? All I yearn for is bliss To smile again and be my own best friend My dreams dissolved like snow, now there’s no glow I am alone and undone, I hope you’re happy, you won!
The Arts have always inspired me. I began exploring the art of writing poetry at 9 years old. It became one of my passions because it allowed me to express myself and respond to my inner promptings in a positive way. I found that as with any art form there are no right or wrong ways of creating. This is the beauty of art...there are no limitations. The only requirement is that the poet be courageous enough to release his inhibitions and follow his heart and imagination. Along my path in life, I have discovered that writing poetry is , at its most, a truly liberating experience that not only reveals the nature surrounding us, but in reflecting the inner life of mankind.
A word amidst verses, Coming to life briefly When the reader leases His mind and time solely. That moment of glory, Is transient like you; An unknown for many Very common for few. Alone it’s no meaning, A tale not
You sought my heart out, Back when it beat for another. You opened my eyes to truth so blunt, The love I pined for, would never gather. You watched me hang myself, Holding onto a flimsy web of hope. And