I'm the aberrational poet your English teacher warned you not to read or follow into the literary abyss. If you steal my poetry...I will find you in between fogyish metaphoric lines. I'll be armed with my quill and papyrus where at will I can wield my power as a writer to erase you from my realm. I will smudge you with inky darkness and do unprintable things like a ghost in imaginary darkness.
In full disclosure, I am absurdly mad and take no responsibility for my actions if crossed poetically. But, otherwise, I’m a simple free spirited poetic writer wordsmithing outside the grammatical lines and rules. An easy going romantic rebel at heart.
I write meaningful (to me) poetry from my heart and share it here. I tend to approach everyone as a friend until they demonstrate something different. I enjoy having creative exchanges with others, like-minded artists, or writers.
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6 thoughts on “I’m loved”
Wow – “Even good intentions can be dangerous
If the gift is really designed… for profit” – How often I think of this. The things I do – art, music, writing, poetry. Are they “mine”? Dare I make a cent? But I need to live. We are given the gift of creativity – we are driven to create. Oh this is a mind worm and will continue to knit itself into being. Good thoughts to think on and ruminate. DDF
For me, it is my mission, my purpoae, not my business and I’m simply the conduit, a messager. In my world, profit and survival and two distictly differnt things. Let your conscious and heart find peace, there are much greater concerns to deal with in this life. Thank you.
Normally – my creativity is a gift. I did craft shows for profit years ago. Now, music, art, music are gifts. Even to write something longer, you never could get paid for the time it takes, it has to be a labor of love.
In The Beginning Man Tried Ascending To Heaven via The Tower Of Babel. Now He Tries To Elevate His Existence To A Heavenly State of Consciousness Thru The Use Of Hallucinogenic Drugs. And, Since The 20th Century, He Continually Voyages Into Outer Space Using Spacecrafts. Prayer Thru Christ Is The Only Way To Reach Heaven.
Whispers of a poet's heart 
Wow – “Even good intentions can be dangerous
If the gift is really designed… for profit” – How often I think of this. The things I do – art, music, writing, poetry. Are they “mine”? Dare I make a cent? But I need to live. We are given the gift of creativity – we are driven to create. Oh this is a mind worm and will continue to knit itself into being. Good thoughts to think on and ruminate. DDF
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For me, it is my mission, my purpoae, not my business and I’m simply the conduit, a messager. In my world, profit and survival and two distictly differnt things. Let your conscious and heart find peace, there are much greater concerns to deal with in this life. Thank you.
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Normally – my creativity is a gift. I did craft shows for profit years ago. Now, music, art, music are gifts. Even to write something longer, you never could get paid for the time it takes, it has to be a labor of love.
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Agreed. I plan to eturn to teaching myself to paint with oil soon. My hope it to leave them behind as gifts to loved ones.
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Excellent. I have a number of watercolors planned, and sketched as gifts, and I need to just do it.
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Sounds like a mission of love to bestow somone.
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