Found this little snipit in my notebook. Thought I’d put it here just to see it written down (Times New Roman more appropriate than my shameful handwriting).

Here we go:

You sip your sugar cane soda, 

while those men over there sweat and bleed and toil to feed

your sweet tooth.

And their song can be heard

without saying a word

to a river of pain

where the women know and drown with the pretty faces, screaming for the generations - their secret disgraces.

In his introduction to “Howl”, William Carlos Williams writes that poets are not blind, rather, they see with the eyes of the angels.  That is what I want to be as a poet.  An observer.  A silent watcher.  I want poetry to anger people, shake people, wake people up.  I want people to feel uncomfortable with the comfortable lives they live and act out upon injustice in order to see change.  I want people to know that there is a God who loves them, despite what they may believe or prescribe to.  Poetry doesn’t have to be obscure or unattainable, but should be real, down to earth, and deep.  People should pursue its meaning, and act upon it.  Poetry can be powerful, and ultimately, should point people to the God of all power and creativity.