Abundance

August 12, 2012

Plate full fork in throat A messy arena of internalized choices- Poisonous voices- Belly full, belching in the air- Ass stuck in this old chair- Spewing out fossilized thoughts- Emotional anorexic- Words like a resounding chant- Hard to dissipate what has been my inner fate- This mind has been forced fed- And the self to completely hate. Photo: Pulitzer Prize winner Poet Sylvia Plath, date Unknown, Photographer Unknown, Poet of my inspiration.

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Lucian A. Sperta

Published Author and Poet over 25 books in paper back and digital books Selected American Library Association 2015 Model Citizen 2013 Writer of the Month Meridan 1989 American Society of Authors Composers and Publishers since 1994 #8 Hot Top 100 Hot New Release in Poetry #1 Best in Photo Essay Amazon.com Some people think I expose myself too much in what I say in my poems, I don't consider myself a poet as much as I feel I am a story teller, how can one write subjected to other peoples point of view on how I write, what I write, and how I express myself. This is my journey and self expression is how I choose to deal with it; words, writing has been the outlet where I control without fear, without shame, the pen and paper will never betray you. A poet is one, I believe, can take a surgical scalpel to the soul and let it bleed what it truly feels.....

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jwienerAug 12, 2012

The line that stuck out to me was "emotional anorexic" because you combined a real-life disease with the strenuous thought of having so much to say, but not a way to say it.