I have a very strong imagination.
In this world everything inspires me and drives me on, fills me with passion and makes me strong. I am inspired by my very breath and the clouds that move across the sky as well as the grass that grows between my toes when I stand barefoot in my front yard listening to the sounds of trucks driving by on the highway. Everything feeds into my imagination that burns like a fire that could engulf the world if it wasnt imprisoned in my puny mortal body. Yeah, Im a little crazy and thats part of it to. I am the certifiable imagination driven anti-social who wants to save the human race and tell every story and love every woman and be everyone hes not. I am the rogue and the bard and the shaman, I am the Homer and the Shakespeare with a dash of Fitzgerald and his creation the Great Gatsby, your liar and Gods loyal subject.
I wear Supermans emblem and wear Batmans cowl, run like the Flash and shine in the darkest night like the Green Lantern where no evil shall escape my sight. I ride the beauty of Michael Moorcocks multiverse and William Gibsons Neuromancer, immune to Stephensons Snow Crash and yet in awe of Tad Williams spinning. I dance through the metaphysical and explore the ten dimensions till my very understanding of self is left reeling. I dont drink, I dont smoke, and I think cigarettes look nice hanging off the lips when you intend to die in pain. I like big theatrical gunfights and inertia but I can live with emotion and moral diversity as well. Ive explored the lava caves of Pele with their black glass walls and seen the city of Venice that sits like a jewel on the water, walking alleyways at four in the morning as if I was alive four hundred years ago. Swam in the Dead Sea and spoken the tongue of Spaniards in the City of Swords way up on the mountain were life is old. I know this all sounds like a jumble but its there with me when I write because everything inspires me and feeds my imagination till I must, like a full bottle of fire, pore out my fluid across paper and tell a story or a song or a poem or a farewell.
I met Achilles at the battle of Troy and watched him strike Hektor down with Athenas hand. I watched Holden smoke cigarettes and think about nuns while the sun was driving the stranger crazy, able to kill. And then I watched him rot away in prison because no one would understand, but I did and I couldnt do anything. Ive stood in the Floridian heat and watched a hurricane roll in across the sky and steal my breath away but not my life. That I gave in doses to all the women who have made my life so interesting and loved me when I was dark and traced the lines of my archangel when the lights were off and no one was looking for reactions. I gave my life to love and love gave me power to write and the writing gave me my soul back. And I know what youre thinking, back, where did he lose his soul in the first place? And Ill tell you that that is personal and that I wont get into it right now but maybe if you get me a little drunk with rum Ill spill my guts. Too much and I may do it literally however. Do I seem egotistical; I never can read myself anymore because theres too much to read. I chose to see it like an encyclopedia and when I need to know something Ill just look myself up and tell you what the deal is.
I was born of fantasy written cleverly and mixed in later with science fiction. High school sprinkled me with depth and taught me poetics as well as the classics and just enough drama to hate the theater. College brought a candor nature and sex made me harsh. By now you know Ive been a million people and a few that werent even human, hell Ive lived enough lives to beat out God on longevity but then I am just a boy in a mans body reinforced with the hottest kind of imagination that takes everything in as an inspiration and lusts to make something beautiful on paper with the wit of word if my tongue doesnt go through my cheek in the process because you know thats how I like my jokes.
Life is my inspiration; everything in it is part of me and feeds my imagination.
In this world everything inspires me and drives me on, fills me with passion and makes me strong. I am inspired by my very breath and the clouds that move across the sky as well as the grass that grows between my toes when I stand barefoot in my front yard listening to the sounds of trucks driving by on the highway. Everything feeds into my imagination that burns like a fire that could engulf the world if it wasnt imprisoned in my puny mortal body. Yeah, Im a little crazy and thats part of it to. I am the certifiable imagination driven anti-social who wants to save the human race and tell every story and love every woman and be everyone hes not. I am the rogue and the bard and the shaman, I am the Homer and the Shakespeare with a dash of Fitzgerald and his creation the Great Gatsby, your liar and Gods loyal subject.
I wear Supermans emblem and wear Batmans cowl, run like the Flash and shine in the darkest night like the Green Lantern where no evil shall escape my sight. I ride the beauty of Michael Moorcocks multiverse and William Gibsons Neuromancer, immune to Stephensons Snow Crash and yet in awe of Tad Williams spinning. I dance through the metaphysical and explore the ten dimensions till my very understanding of self is left reeling. I dont drink, I dont smoke, and I think cigarettes look nice hanging off the lips when you intend to die in pain. I like big theatrical gunfights and inertia but I can live with emotion and moral diversity as well. Ive explored the lava caves of Pele with their black glass walls and seen the city of Venice that sits like a jewel on the water, walking alleyways at four in the morning as if I was alive four hundred years ago. Swam in the Dead Sea and spoken the tongue of Spaniards in the City of Swords way up on the mountain were life is old. I know this all sounds like a jumble but its there with me when I write because everything inspires me and feeds my imagination till I must, like a full bottle of fire, pore out my fluid across paper and tell a story or a song or a poem or a farewell.
I met Achilles at the battle of Troy and watched him strike Hektor down with Athenas hand. I watched Holden smoke cigarettes and think about nuns while the sun was driving the stranger crazy, able to kill. And then I watched him rot away in prison because no one would understand, but I did and I couldnt do anything. Ive stood in the Floridian heat and watched a hurricane roll in across the sky and steal my breath away but not my life. That I gave in doses to all the women who have made my life so interesting and loved me when I was dark and traced the lines of my archangel when the lights were off and no one was looking for reactions. I gave my life to love and love gave me power to write and the writing gave me my soul back. And I know what youre thinking, back, where did he lose his soul in the first place? And Ill tell you that that is personal and that I wont get into it right now but maybe if you get me a little drunk with rum Ill spill my guts. Too much and I may do it literally however. Do I seem egotistical; I never can read myself anymore because theres too much to read. I chose to see it like an encyclopedia and when I need to know something Ill just look myself up and tell you what the deal is.
I was born of fantasy written cleverly and mixed in later with science fiction. High school sprinkled me with depth and taught me poetics as well as the classics and just enough drama to hate the theater. College brought a candor nature and sex made me harsh. By now you know Ive been a million people and a few that werent even human, hell Ive lived enough lives to beat out God on longevity but then I am just a boy in a mans body reinforced with the hottest kind of imagination that takes everything in as an inspiration and lusts to make something beautiful on paper with the wit of word if my tongue doesnt go through my cheek in the process because you know thats how I like my jokes.
Life is my inspiration; everything in it is part of me and feeds my imagination.