Marc-Charles’ poetry is not wished for the examination of just anyone and neither to conform to the prosaic style and new styles of poetry writing. It is an attempt to write about the soul while getting ready to undergo the knife of new old censure. True Poets must be truthful and must bring ecstasy or joy to their readers.
For some, a book written with such proud structure might be the fodder for ridicule, condemnation or reproof but if you will examine his poetry you will appreciate it. His distinctiveness, his exceptionality and his inspiration are well - conspicuously his! He has tried his best to communicate a natural way of thinking through expressions. Some would baptize this poetry (very pompous!); others might even shy away at the brain wave. He doesn’t intend to mollify disheveled feathers, conciliate or appeal. Yes! He doesn’t believe it to be a masterpiece, but even so, he feels audacious to a certain extent to take it out in the open to the many readers out there. Positive reception or exclusion is not the sole purpose; letting out his idiosyncratic way of writing and thinking out into the open is.
These poems were written long time 13 years ago. He always wanted to publish them, but he was always reluctant. He procrastinated and time gave him the fuel and stimulus to go ahead. This book is intended to share his thoughts and words spun, with the world.
An individual’s brain should not feed only on materialism. Love, nature and passion fill most of his poetic baggage, but the rest is not grey area either. He talks about God in this book and he asks him to order his steps. This book was his foremost spiritual book and is also one of his preferred. He challenges Death in his book and he looks at Death as a cruel woman. He realizes that he has not written much about his country- something's which he anticipates compensate for very soon.
Virgo L. Bernice