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Silence.

I am a poet. 

I have a passion for words and a burning desire to express myself through such useful fictions. 

Jim Morrison puts it beautifully--

"Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything, it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through any one that suits you.

. . . and that's why poetry appeals to me so much - because it's so eternal. As long as there are people, they can remember words and combinations of words. Nothing else can survive a holocaust but poetry and songs. No one can remember an entire novel. No one can describe a film, a piece of sculpture, a painting, but so long as there are human beings, songs and poetry can continue.

If my poetry aims to achieve anything, It's to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel."

Irony floods my body with a desire to remain silent at times. I am in love with words-- But greater significance is found in them when one chooses to hold back and keep quiet.

I wish that everyone would take a day, an hour, goodness, even ten minutes... To remain silent, and repress your burning desire to share words out loud. Silence allows for greater energy connection between individuals and nature.