A poem is never finished, only abandoned.
As a poet, it would be safest to abandon this collection to a drawer, unsaid; unshared. But that is not what was requested of me. These are a labor of love through delight and despair, and I hope it will provide some glimmer of enjoyment or meaning.
The Individual encompasses those reflections inspired by spiritual studies juxtaposed in a life of dreaming, uncertainty and growing responsibility.
The Observer occupies the role of witness, both to the workings of the manifest world, but more importantly, to the internal workings of my own thoughts and emotions.
The crux of the Erstwhile poetry is to reconcile the issues between man and woman, and approach the relationship in a union that transcends the petty mockery of the ego and drama.
I have long since resigned the ideals and travails of youth, devolving seemingly toward mid-life stuck in the rut of responsibility. I am a good person, secretly railing against the laziness of common humanity, while trying to find meaning beyond the rut. I am a husband, father, brother and son. I am an artist, an employee, and storyteller. I am a poet pointing towards myself.