When I was a kid, I remember how passionately, and 
elegantly many of my teachers read poetic passages from past
 and present poets alike. It was to me a wondrous thing to be 
remembered by generations to come for possessing and expressing passionate emotion. To be known though time as, an artist of words,
 a cunning linguist or poetic expressionist. To choose the 
words the world would use to write pages in history, literal. I’ve
 always wanted my memory to be linked to something beautiful
 and worth remembering, something, poetic. So I channel my soul through my pen, share with the world the rambling of my mind
 and I hope you will find the passion and emotion that link them,
 and share with me the beauty of words spoken rhythmically.
 Whether it be a celebration of life or to express dislikes of things
 there in. I wish to move the human spirit with the essence of 
my soul. I want to share the peaceful view from my pacifist 
stoner eyes open my heart and share with you my existence. Cuz I know that with repetition and memorization, I 
can always remember the words. But with intelligence
 and emotion, maybe, just maybe, 
the words will remember me.