Gaze and gander at these humble poems,
dear friends and fiends alike! I write for you,
though through my own private stirrings, so hums
the vibration of love in me for you!
Each sonnet casts light on a dark corner
of the Truth as my mind's wordgames reflect
it; I hear its Voice and never scorn her,
or you, readers; you deserve full respect:
Now, you might claim that my hearing is off,
but my ear's near the Source as I see it.
It shapes my history, my roots! So scoff
if you want to; you'll seek love, I'll be it!
A servant of words is slave to no man
or woman. I write truths because I can!