Poetry is a window to the heart.
Poetry is like affectionate cries.
Poetry is my love, my language, my despair.
Let it be known, then, that
Poems shall be plentiful and abundant in this book of notes.
If nothing else, if not art, not music, then poetry is my soul.

And to you, the outsider, the trespasser,
Let it be known, if you are beholding my essence, then, that,
This is my soul, my palace, my poetry
And I demand thy respect.
But,
Still I pour out my waters for you, my blood for you,
It is only right that my vessel be empty and hollow.

Allow me to cast my being into these molds and colors,
That they crystalize into an effulgent matrix,
Constituting all that I am and could ever be.