Hello:
Welcome to the Insides of Sky Blue. For years friends and relatives have asked me to share my writings. I did share a few. But seeing them hurt, crippled and maimed through criticisms of my deficiencies in the mechanics of metaphor and rhyme, made me more protective.
I am not of English descent. I use the English language as best as I can. My own true language was stolen from my ancestors-- My writings are not in the same league with English academic majors. My writings are inspired from the center of my being. They come of their own volition. I am merely the recipient of an exchange, whose source is far greater than I can aspire to be. So to have this remarkable source challenged, belittled, or held under critical acclaim, I sheltered them in secrecy. Only sharing them with people whom I thought the message was for.
Some of my writings I can identify with readily. Others are what I call empathetic writings. At some point in time I have felt or was told a particular situation existed, and having been buried in my unconscious with latent effect, a poem eventually emerges.
It is my hope that my station in life will not influence our personal clarity in what is being said. I am in prison for a crime I did not commit. But I committed so many others, it is only poetic justice so to speak. My writings began in Viet Nam in 1968, while engaged in a battle. My first poem Masterpiece was published in 1976 by Gainsville Poetry Association, in a book titled Poetic Horizons.
There are things I could tell you of each individual poem. But I think it would spoil your objectivity. Therefore I am presenting some of my writings and will let them stand on their own merit. Each one is a reality unto Itself. I am a Poet by chance, not choice. They come and I record them, or some of them. If I am caught without pen and paper, only I will ever know of Its existence. I can’t bring back an inspiration.
So come with me into the reality my root of being exposes to hungry minds. Become a spectator as I fight dragons to erase mental blocks and stumbling blocks of the sense organs. Come laugh with me, cry with me and sigh with me as We explore the different realms of day to day life.
I salute you with Love, Peace, and a Cry for Unity.