Foreword by the Author.

This will be brief. By no means do I claim to be a poet — thus the under title bi-line includes ‘rambles’. No, this is to some an expression of deeper feelings I still grasp with today. I am happy with the lessons I have held here — I miss the sun on my face as a child, learning that it did not always shine so warm or so bright. I miss sitting in the backseat, seeing my mother whenever I looked up from whatever present she had gotten me. A new toy, a DVD for my roadside player. I’m smiling now. I love her.

I think about New York sometimes and what it was like. I think my childhood wonder left me there. By then, I had seen too much, felt too much. My innocence escaped me. My smile has faded. A deep breath. A small one — a smile — for her. She was the wind, that city. Not meant to be held.

Now I’m here. My happiness comes from this gift — calling it that feels sickening though. I find peace in the words. Maybe I find hope with every stricken keystroke. But no — I miss simpler times. I think we all do. Deep down, we were meant to be to the earth, to hold, to sing, to dance. I hope you find some lessons here — or escape.

Hidden in these poems is a message for those deeper minds, those who wish to peer further into the octagon of a crescent shape descending from the sky. I leave you here, amongst the stars to envy and confine  you to my heart. It is a night agenda, something mischievous and potent, bound to draw you in. I sink teeth like steel into your spine while you remain transfixed by…