Publisher's Synopsis
This is a short book of seven of my own favorite prose-poetry works (and a bonus haiku). Some sound like stories, others like sermons. In any case, they are all an acquired taste.To me, they really are not that deep and heavy. To me, these words just represent normal human feelings that most folks can relate to. But I needed to describe them somehow so that you would have an earthly clue of what to expect.I created these many years ago. I have been writing in this style for over twenty years, redeveloping some of these particular works along the way. A couple of them were used for some spoken word events (under the stage name 'Voyce') in my hometown (New Orleans). I was never good at actually performing my poems. I just read them to the crowd from my journals. Although I could never match the higher quality performances of those other true spoken word artists who would be on stage those same nights, I always felt honored when they clapped for me and said they liked them (blush). The titles are: IncompleteFire-Star LoveI doTwistedZen BeautyUniversal LetterLogic and Pain To sample, here is an excerpt: IV. TwistedTwisted thoughts that make me feel special and all aloneTwisted like: People should live to be happyYou should love who you marryAnd the only burden we all should carry is to Take care of the earth and each otherTwisted sick thoughts likeLife is short, so families should work to Keep the especiale bond God madeLike its okay to do what you love and be paidI work from a corner in my bedroomAloneBecause I'm twistedAnd I have thoughts and dreams likeGiving myself to the world on a silver platterAnd sharing my with my husband and daughterMediocre people see it like walking on waterBecause I'm twisted and strangeA dreamer deranged and aloneWith twisted ways likeLoving everyoneAccepting everybody as they comeAs they areBecause we all fall far from The images of imagined idealsSomebody made up to steal spirits andComplete their quest for world dominationBrainwashing us to believe in damnationWhen the God I know would neverSee us as twistedUnworthy of any loveAnd leave us alone to die soSome 'will' be doneThat was already done with his damned Son.It's their own writer's story!Did they forget the plot?No, they just twist itThe goal is not unityMy purpose as I pied à TerreIs to be freeTo find and seeThe God in meHis imageTo see in youGod's truthTo be truth and to walk itLies abound soIt looks twistedHereI hope my sister hears it.I hope my friends don't fear for my lifeJust because I stand my ground andStand aloneBecause I'm really not...See, you would want companySick with this energyRiled for power, raging, growingInside rejecting the conspiracyFor my soulJust know I'm aroundStill hurting because you think like me andYou feel my speech butYou...you just won't make a sound.And lies abound so I will lookTwisted.Mom, look... see I didn't live in fear andI made it all the way over here aliveI did it.I wish you were here.I wish you would hear me.But you are all plugged inWaiting on your version of heavenBuried under thoughts likeThe Devil and sinAnd excommunicationAnd the 'End'And you won't talk to me again becauseI'm so 'twisted'The blood and flesh and spirit thatGod gave us to cherish and shareDoesn't seem to matterI still willingly sharing my poor little old platter Of life wide open with no remorseI see above your propheciesThey are only the inescapable routes ofHuman decision and choices that were chosenWords in that book were changed by a kingYou can tell by the ring of human frailty and sensibilityAnd the stubborn ignoring of universal realitiesOf the real world truth we all can see... to finish, buy now...and thank you for reading!
