Sneak Peek

I drink of the varied experiences of life ...
Then I write. I write because I am.
I am a man. I am a poet - of sorts... No Ars Poetica here
No cacophony of accolades here;
My fame is no fame.
Just a humble man.

I hunger.
For meaningful connections ... I live for the spark in other people's eyes.
They want happiness.
What do I want?
To be remembered, as a humble man.
-May I not lead you astray as I chart paths very few men will follow.

So I love.
After a fashion. Love fashion too.
Her high-heeled shoes getting her just up to under six foot.
She's perfection in motion. I love her.
Too bad she only exists in the confines of my mind.

Smoking my brains out through the burn of thoughts untold.
I play the fool, it's the easiest facade.
Dare you not tempt fate by looking past it.
No Janus here. Just a cracked representation the ethereal form.

So I run.
Ahead into the future. No considerations of the past, apart from the harsh lessons I've brought upon myself.
Who tempts fate and lives to tell the tale?
Who plays for keeps, with no consideration for compromise?
- Will it be me?