Christopher Michael Smith

Ego sum qui sum - 'I am what I am'

Poetry is my creative expression here upon this floating ball of dust called Earth. Nothing feels as appeasing as watching a pen glide across a virgin page, watching it transform from innocence into maturity. I tend to slide into a meditative state as I watch the letters and words construct a world of stained vowels & consonants scattered across the page. It's giving birth to dynamic structures & watching it come to life with certain rhymes and mystery. It's releasing the demons from the depths within; allowing them to reek havoc upon a slice of tree parchment where they have permission to do as they please. It's collecting thoughts and dreams to share with others that are experiencing the same time and space of this day. It's emotions ranging from high and low and giving them a place where they can vent and run free. It's the subconscious scribbling the magic that all words possess, each having it's own unique artistry. It's me in the flesh & the only place where I can fully undress and expose things we all were taught as children to keep in privacy. It's sharing with like minds the chants and thought crimes some countries would deem to be the purest of heresy. It's exposing the world in my eye's perspective, illuminating the truths, branding rights and wrongs with ink and a noose. It's placing letters in their positions for an assault for the soul. It's combining knowledge and visions; painting portraits in poetic transmissions. A Poet's language is the voice of soul. Words gather for a performance & the rhyme makes them whole.

Fear Nothing!
Learn From Everything!

Christopher Michael Smith