“A poem arises from the gut of thoughts, a spew from the anarchy of my senses, a quiver of things born and yet to be. . . a howl from my mouth dissolving codes of longing, the echo ear of life while trying to put it all back together.”

Beyond computer’s cold-type, my songs need to be sung beyond what spirit-death this technocratic civilization and current typography is dealing us. Let my voice, my music, my ink be nightingaled into the teeth of the storm… heard in the labor fields above the hiss of the city, and from blue-sky mountaintops my poems will roar. In poetic artform, the phonological and morphological is always possible. I bring simultaneity’s thrum to my writing desk and to any page for exploration; and additionally, exploitation. Poetic license is a wonderful atmosphere to take flight in… I allow my lexicons to thrive and become the creation they’re meant to be.

To me, poetry is mind-flight, embarking on new frontiers, often met with great obstacles and not merely a destination… my poem’s are more than a panacea for our (or man’s problems). Utilizing my vision, never closed or confined, I travel to a noble consequence in the renaissance of thought, into the organic relationship with surroundings {both seen and unseen}, perceived through synthesis into the stretch beyond limitations, I recognize  gateways and beyond, finding great moments to challenge myself by removing limits, to progress into experimentation, going to the far side and establishing a presence there; opening up fusion, a decisive decision towards the creative advancement while utilizing my perception’s endowment. Hence the poem is born.

“Poetry can’t escape the destiny of voice. .. .it’s only hiding in a place where I will find it”

R.D. Stone