I was a broken family smashed-up by a cold father, he got so cold he froze up and lost our mother.

Separated from him because of his crime, as we lost our privilege and he spent his time.

I was then another troubled boy confused and diluted,

following others until the years my true self protruded from the cracks in the earth I burnt my past in the hearth, accepted where I was at and now I am back.

I am minimalist philosophy, supporter of deep ecology, moralist theology, and a free-thinker. I am waking up to work hard, an independent person, a reader and a writer and an artist.

I am the Ozarks, since I’ve lived here so long; but in my blood I am Scandinavian and there I can’t go wrong.

I was scared of caterpillars as a child, clueless and wild, my activities were not mild.

I am an old 1970’s acoustic guitar found in my old closet, steel strings and metal fret boards, and a worn plastic flat-pick.

I am a musty old tome of the old English language, the voice of the past speak through the pages and teach the generation, putting lights on their faces.

I am the dirt that I stand on, a lover of nature, a student of ecology to teach me what to nurture.

I am the steward to the land, always there to lend a hand, and when anyone needs help I can always comprehend.

I am the bricks that I build with, I pass along my ancestor’s beliefs to the generation that was created by me.

A spiritual successor, and a crude painter but at least watercolor paints work out for me.

I am losing my ability see, that’s why I wear glasses just so I can see tomorrow.

Maybe I am the homestead of my future, another deep question of society’s mind, living in the forest with a keyhole garden.

I am my future, I guess that it’s not far then.

I am the people I once knew that I had to leave behind, so that mother could pay the bills so new people I will find. Society’s still ignorant but I already know why, because I am the thinker and I choose to use my mind.

I am the wonder, wondering what had happened, and I am a wandering mind curious about life, nature and its strife.

I am the lurid lyrics of time lost, the people that I cross, the days that I sat there wondering why I’ll be here.

"Those that claim that the world is better without problems are the same ones who cannot see opportunity in those problems, for without problems there would be no achievements and therefore no successes." -Ian T.B. Montford

"A man is rich in proportion to the number of things he can afford to let alone." -H.B. Thoreau

"He who is illuminated with the brightest light will cast the darkest shadow" -Andrew D. Chumbley