I cast my stone
Into the relm of metaphors and the like
To reach for something unkown and mysterious
To tap into the powers of a force
No human can control
To sell my soul in order to understand it.
A life's story
Has more power known
Than when it is kept a secret.
To arrange the cryptics of our culture
In the vernacular of our time
To create intelligent concepts.
To share our pain,
And make those who hide
Experience the complication of happiness.
To share love,
And prove life has purpose.
The ripples my stone has made,
Will make,
Feed thirsty souls out of water's reach.
I am a poet.