Wherever she leads
Words pour forth
Clock ticks on
Night falls deeper
Must
follow
the
Muse
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Words pour forth
Clock ticks on
Night falls deeper
Must
follow
the
Muse
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Night falls
And the door of
Loneliness
Opens once more
Wandering thoughts
Leading deeper
Endless hours
Pass by idle
Tears born of
Frustration
Wanting so much
To believe
While truths falsities
Ebb and flow
Raging as the sea
To shed tears of happiness
Heart swollen with joy
From the gift of truth
Another should bestow
But what illusions spring
From a bounty of words
While reading the pages
Of one’s very soul
A beacon in the darkness
Wrapping round [...]
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She doesn’t seek his memory, it just comes creeping; and when it does, that’s all there is.
Its nothing to do with fear or inspiration; building a fan base that was there long before he was; or anything at all for matter of fact. For who would dream of seeking such hurt.
Its simply a means of [...]
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“A serious writer is not to be confounded with a solemn writer. A serious writer may be a hawk or a buzzard or even a popinjay, but a solemn writer is always a bloody owl.”
~ Hemingway
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While messing with my template the other day, thinking I might spruce up the old site, it came to my attention just how old it really is. It was four years on august 4th that wordsmith was created. Here’s a breakdown of activity since inception…
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“Literature; the most seductive, the most deceiving, the most dangerous of professions.”
Instead of a dedication for my upcoming release, I chose this quote by John Morley, for it contains the absolute truth of my passion; a truth that one day I hope my readers will come to know and understand.
While the foundation of my work [...]
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Friday night
Open mic
Out on the deck
New Orleans Café
Never been one
For public displays
Even at book signings
The attention I don’t dig
But the air was abuzz
My mind just right
To be quite frank
I had something to say
So I took the stage
Mic in hand
Closed my eyes
Let it rip
The crowd went wild
I tossed a handful of cards
Took my leave
As they begged [...]
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I’ve been dragging ass in the writing department as of late and quite frankly, I’m sick of it! My schedule is such that I only have X amount of hours in a day to devote to my craft, or so I’ve been trying to convince my self; but enough is enough! I’ve vowed no less [...]
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My muse has fled
In search of lost
Words
Untold stories
Unexplored worlds
In anxious
Desperation
I patiently
Wait
Return she will
In her own
Sweet time
Bringing gifts
Stimulating my
Mind
Enough to fill
This void
Inside
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