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This just might be my final book of poetry. What does a poet see when looking both back and foward. I find myself lost in the dream. Yes, this is my walking circle refrain. Maybe it is just the MS taking it's final toll. But my words speak from this unique perspective.
Live from within the eyes of a Poet for 3 years of a much longer life. Art is the act of a man speaking to the Universe.
Let your children dream, in words and color. Two books within created so the children might believe, in Art and Poetry. That the children might believe in themselves.
47 years a Poet, from a time of Hippies and Anti-war rage, from a time when a child becomes an Artist not for the money but because the Universe and Beauty called. Though broken and disabled, he more than survives. A poet doesn't just write, he lives his Art. On a hitch-hiking stage while looking for North America and his true country a young man lost his rage. And so began his lifelong dance; his jester dance. Now living one step before the Banshee, his stage is a bit smaller. He gives thanks to the worldwide internet as his Art finds a much deeper acceptance outside his money focused country, the United States and its literary clubs. And yet who cannot love the sweet anarchy of his country.Most of his audience might be blinded by the shine of gold; but this does not stop his dance born of love.
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