So, I understand what it means to come into the peace of wild things – like lakes – who do not tax themselves with the afterthought of thoughts.

The masqueraders If you look close enough are hallways of walls between two worlds. And when we falter, they fall Not to the earth but on us They are the dictators.

So, now a poet is faced with newness of life; with an awakening. There are factors that affect how we turn out, how we best identify with our ideas and those values we believe in.

A poet isn't just a translator of artistic words. He is a sword but, sometimes, he is not afraid to become a little kitten left out in the cold. So, here is fear and pain.

The heart of a poet is wild and free and even if he lives in Africa or Europe or in the desert and savannah belt, the compass grows fingers to point at every angle at the same time because what we know to be time is only a flirting naked woman or raised muscles of a man through ink and dreams.