Words (or why I write)
Words can be one of the most
Powerful weapons of mankind.
They can be strong and sharp as the
Finest forged titanium steel sword
To fight the oppressors of innocent peoples.
They can be as soft and gentle as
A mother’s caress of her newborn baby
By comforting the sick, tired, and lonely.
Words can take us to new dimensions
And heights of supreme greatness.
They can take us into other worlds
Of dreams, hopes, and aspirations
Of the human race.
They can also take us into
Other times, places, and galaxies.
Writing is something that is very subjective, especially in poetry. Some people do not like poetry at all, period. Others only like certain kinds or certain authors. Then, probably most people, will not like his poetry anyway. He is under no delusions that he is some great poetic writer. He writes what he writes. He is willing to share it with what very few people that might have an interest in it. He was not even an English major, his is Psychology. Still he likes trying to write creatively. He does hope that you like it. He really does, however, if you do not, then he will totally understand. All he can do then is to remain true to his own self. He also feels more than a little strange talking about himself in the third person. So, for himself, and for anyone else out there who is interested, here is his poetry in this blog, Nightly Sky.