This is the prologue to a book of poetry I have written called 69 Poems. Check it out on iTunes and Youtube!
Welcome, dear Reader, but enter at will,
For, herein lie the Fruit of Despair;
The Chalice of Ecstasy, over-brimming with thrill
--You stand on the threshold...procede if you dare!
You'll be cast in the sea, whisked away along currents
Of thought and of laughter, of pennance and sorrow;
The song of the heart ripped by merciless torrents,
But there will -take my word- always be a tomorrow.
I offer to strangers this piece of my soul,
That all, which I feel, may somehow help others.
To revel in suffering is, in essence, the goal,
But I hope that my verse neither sickens nor smothers.
So, if you don't like the book of this poet,
I give my permission: in the garbage to throw it!
Copyright © Ian Thomas Phillips