: About Me

Well , I suppose I should start at the begining. I have led an interesting life , not always easy but it has shaped me. I am a soldier in the United States Army , I am also a chef , a painter , a writer and a poet.  I play the clarinet . I grew up in Queens, NY and moved to Daytona Beach Florida when I was a teen, Writing is a good outlet for me , behind these words I am not afraid to be who I am , say what I must and feel just how I feel. I  share that with the world with the hopes that my words will move someone , change someone.Help someone.  Just one someone and I have done what I set out to do.

My passion is ...

Passion can not be narrowed into one defining word. I have passion , that is all I can say. I have passion for whatever moves me , and I allow myself to be moved so my passions change often.

I know too much about ...

Can you ever know to much? I am always learning as much as I possible can about whatever I can learn about.

My parents always told me ...

I ask to many questions , I am too full of passion.

My childhood ambition ...

To move mountains

My favorite memory ...

The giant deer , in the snow who came ever so close up on hickory hill at the hockey game , where I found a baseball bat and realized I had a really good friends and got the games puck all in the same day.

Why I write ...

I write because I have a story to tell , because without story tellers , dreamers of dreams , chasers of passions there is nothing to shape the world.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

a little bit of everything.

My first job ...

I babysat

My best moment ...

I guess my very best moment is when I became an American Soldier.

My inspiration ...

The world around me , music , nature , PAIN , life , people , I draw insipation from the smallest of things

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Another day

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I see it all to clear, but I will fake my blind demise. I will face this wicked lie, but not today. I will face this wicked truth another day. Oh, Lie to me this night. Breathless whispers in a cold tongue, rung hard with hidden emotion .. Pulling on the strings of my devotion. Lie to me tonight. Hanging on words you pass as pure, I will take them in. I will chase this fading trace of innocence. Embrace this vengeance. I will face this wicked lie. But not today. I will face this wicked truth another day. Kiss me ... lips unpure. Touch me ... unclean hands. This tainted night I know too wel...

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