and poems have sprung from a sincere and newly seized determination to discover and isolate some degree of honesty, perhaps even some kind of truth about why I am who I am, where I am and where I’ve been.

The lyrics in particular seem to tempt me to search for angers and pleasures, loss and perceptions, shields and hungers - and unfold these feelings of unsettlety in my mind, only to wrap them up in wrangled sentences and distorted images that one may not be able to convert and digest.

It might seem that some words, lines or even entire verses don’t make any sense to you. That is possibly unfortunate, however it is my way to disguise processes that I am not yet ready to completely recognize or reveal.

The process of writing is an incredibly giving, intense and draining one - often with great satisfaction based on relief and removal of splinters in a darkened mind.
I believe it is called confession?

Thank you for reading my confessions and for spending a moment or perhaps more browsing my book.