I have been called many things,but my friends know me as "The NightWalker". Poetry and prose has always been a part of my life. I published my first poem in the third grade. Since 1995, I have been referred to, as by several of those in the local arts community,
+ more bio informationNights Like This The snow decorated the Delaware countryside with an icing frosty white, and the dark gray pan promised more from the baker's hands. The large two story farmhouse had ninety-five years of stories in its walls, and the painful ones made its bones, creak and moan. Her moccasin covered feet slapped lightly on th... More..
These October Mornings These October mornings- absorbed in the chill of waiting mist and drizzle. Will advocate thick wool sweaters, hot homemade soup, and cuddling conversations. One now knows that summer has retired to the comfort of its pillow. As autumn implies its distinction upon this room- hear the distant cackle of w... More..
Without Seeds And they asked, "Where are your children?" for they were consumed by the absence of laughter. Someone cried, "They died a long time ago. I will take you to the sand in which they lie." And they asked, "How did this come to be?" Their inquiries filled with sensitive possessions. Someone cried, "We failed to prot... More..
I pedaled my bicycle down Johnson Street, until the streetlights became porch lights. I pedaled until the asphalt became gravel, until the gravel became a field of wildflowers. I kept a steady rhythm, over the darken path. Twisting, turning, jumping-each movement precise, eyes glazed to the wind, guided by instincts and a pr... More..
I advocate interracial relationships. Actually, I advocate all forms of mixed relationships. Black and White, Native-American and Chinese, Jewish and Catholic and all the other endless combinations that find the groove. I believe these relationships are necessary for the survival of mankind. Now, I don't have any scientific ... More..
Tranquilo From the shadows of pine and cypress, I listen to the conversation of wind and wave. There is solace in their tongues, for this is the language of the ancients. Tonight, the lake is as black as my skin. My senses, the rippling currents beneath its surface. Caressed by stars, the moon purrs in the smoke blue crystal... More..
I don't know to what degree fear plays in my life, but I know that it is a part of it, and it makes me aware and cautious daily. Fear is such a broad emotion, and even though, you hear some people proudly exclaim that they fear nothing, it is obvious that they haven't encountered everything that life has to offer. For there ... More..
Humanity Adaptability the inherent quality and fallacy of the race. The fact that I can walk, talk, see, and hear is merely a simple privilege, and not a simple of superiority. I was molded from the earth, I came down from the trees, I stepped forth from the ocean. I am a infinite evolution. Yet, I still breath the air of my... More..
Complex Passion It is the covenant that keeps us close, yet fragile. The indispensable voracity of my wanting. The impeccable conundrum, that is your need. We mesmerize our images, allowing days to pass into months that pass into years, which pass into- if only? We evince ourselves unprepared for tomorrow influenced by the p... More..
America will be electing a Democratic President this year, and whether it's Hillary Clinton or Barack Obama, one of them will earn their place in history. Can you imagine that? A woman or African-American becoming President of the United States. Why that's what, the "American Dream" is all about, and it would hopefully, repr... More..
Neil Ray
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