In earnest

I have so much to say, and some of it must have some value somewhere. Or, perhaps, in the confusion of the detritus (love this image) of life, it can serve as the catalyst to some meaningful inspiration for someone else. I just like to write. I like to feel as if, in some weird way these thoughts and experiences are recorded in some kind of ghostly posterity imprinted on the fabric of a past we cannot discern; like rope beds and canvas and burlap. We have no idea, but somehow, we do. So I write. I bring thoughts to crystallization through metaphore? I have no real education, I have no pretenses. If you want to read it, feel free. If you can take something away, well, that makes me happy! So to start, I will post everyday a poem I have written. Most are dark. Some downright disturbing. I have gone through a deep spiritual struggle, and these are manifestations of things I have felt, or experienced. I am unabashedly a human and a sinner, like everyone else out there. Let me not put on airs...