With All my Honor, With All my Heart, and With all My Life. For thus has it been my duty for all these long years, and it shall continue to be till the end of ends and beyond the fabrications of my perceptions of reality. For the word is my life.
I can tell you not how these empowering words ransacks among schema and dendrites and sinews. Beautiful, well crated and elegant word. That which is meaning holds more truth then the majority of human works through out the millennia. The masters of the word both past and present would nod and take much praise to such compressions.
I am afraid though that this place might not be best for such grandeur statements and works. For few to say will read, fewer will appreciate. You must find outlets of the proper kind for many to reveal such revelations.
Still, in the beginning was the word and in the end shall remain the word.

Remind me in the near future and I will send you an email of the items that just pop into my mind. Thank you for your words, and if other such places would take my work I would gladly have it published. Sadly the only magazine that I am writing for allows five poems in six months. I guess the best place for me to rant is on a cardboard sign on the street corner in downtown.

I'll have to think on it, and I'll try to find you some outlefts beyond online art culture sites. However, all the pubishers I know are dead becasue I killed them, or are very ill indeed in wich your work does not fit.

sadly that is the way of life anymore. i was looking at a book of poetry publishers the other day. i have been accepted to write articles for a magazine.

Amen, Well a magazine is far better then a newspaper I tell you that.

not really, very small magazine to a small niche market, no money in it.