I believe that creating beautiful verses and weaving a colorful canvas for all to experience is divine. Creativity is what you believe it is to you. Poetry is to me as to what an orgasm is to a sex addict. Pure, driven, raw and emotional, leaving you WANTING, YET, CRAVING more. Poetry allows me to give a voice to those people, concepts, ideas, beliefs, and THINGS that would have been otherwise ignored. It provides a lyrical "release." A way for me to go beyond myself and experience the happiness, sadness, heartbreak and pain of someone else. This is THE POET'S SOUL.

WOULD YOU RATHER KNEEL IN HEAVEN OR REIGN IN HELL BLURB Liwet Lunais Allengahny walks the earth with a single minded focus. Half angel, part demon, shunned by the world around her, she learned to grow a thick second skin few can pierce. Once, she allowed her heart to guide her, and the experience near destroyed her. Oriax is a man of few words, but many actions. He stalks Liwet, not because he wants to. The demon pulling his strings has demanded he destroy her life, in the worst way imaginable. By taking her heart. EXCERPT "No one else will die for me," I whispered. Mastema straightened to...