I was born 27 years ago in Thunder bay Ontario Canada, soon to be moved to the city I still reside in, Sudbury Ontario, where I was given a wonderful normal upbringing by fantastic parents. After what my father calls my "asshole years" I became quite ill for a couple years, after which I sat around wondering what the hell I do now? After many different attepts at more commonplace careers, I decided to give the written word a try;) It seems to be working out well so far, but I'll let you be the judge of that. Feel free to email me with any questions or comments about the site or any of the works within...who knows..you could be my next client.
Hello she said to me in time,
offering money, a quarter per rhyme.
"Man of word, man of phrase
can you help us through these troubling days?
I felt that gleam within my eyes
that gleam of challenge; I had to try.
Clear my thoughts? No, not quite.
I let them wander, I let them write.
Reaching up into a cloud, I found the words
within that shroud.
A mighty chase they did give me,
all the while I cried with glee:
"come little friends I am the poet!
our love eternal, now to show it!"
A startled glance they threw my way,
as they realized their place that day.
Too long misused too long decieved
their place with man long gone they believed.
But in the hands of chosen few,
oh the things those words still do!
A beautiful smile on childrens' lips,
a playful sway of ladies' hips.
The writer makes the tough man giggle,
the poet makes the chaste brow wiggle;
reminding all to hold things dear,
remembering when to shed a tear.
So look again with fresh new eyes,
at laughing children and clear blue skies,
and if again come troubling days
carry that burden over my way
I'll say hello to you in time,
and hark my wares...a quarter per rhyme.
