Poetry is powerful because it’s free; free from the constructs and constraints of prose. It permits those wielding it to explore anything, go anywhere, without restriction. Desperately buds sought in vain Watering beyond drenching rain Fertilization far past every need Foolish ever more killing creed By legend, by lore, a bud doth show Gripping, crushing, before it can grow Overly needing of the absent flower Prettily alluring, myself I devour In this book of poems, the writer uses poetry for manifold purposes, from wrestling with his inner demons, to seeking that elusive angel amongst his muses, to evoking every color of the emotional spectrum, to pulling progressivism from the greed and controls of prevailing culture and politics, to seeking the nature and imparted wisdom at the very source of all truth and being: the eternal Self: Spirit, or God.