The Full Story of...
The Anatomy of Despair
and
The First Sunrise After
What do you expect from great poetry? Honesty.
True poetry emerges from the depth of an honest soul; it doesn’t rely on pretension or polished façades. It is intense—alive with the sharpness of real experience, with the highs and lows of life that bring depth to joy and beauty alike. And it is intelligent, always aligning with truth. Beauty and truth are two sides of the same reality, creating a resonance where truth rhymes—not only in sound but in the music of ideas.
Poetry
The verses here are not harmonious, like those of invented dramas, but dissonant and running on the edge of madness and bewilderment, mirroring the raw falls of reality—the interior life of someone strong enough not to lie to himself. Yet, truth rhymes and shines through, beautiful.
This compendium of poems, unfolding along the timeline of reality, becomes a map of escape from the Abyss—a trail of breadcrumbs tracing the path out of pain… out of despair.
Then, The First Sunrise After opens a space where, though still hurting, hope lights the horizon, and happiness, even love, begins to spark.
Spring has sprung, nourished by the corpses of winter past.
Defying the recurrent falls into Darkness, the light of a new day is bright, and love fills the air.
Dark Again
I heard you crying my name last night.
It must’ve happened
when my hand was searching the bed for you
again.
Blind.
Lost in the dark we were shining the same star.
Bright and forever,
but impossibly far.
