To the Public

Not really a poem, but the truth of my being. To the Public WLM Wildncrazy555 June 28, 2011 When I write the words just flow. I get an inspiration or a thought and have to write it down. Why, I do not know. They just flow and all follow a story. I write my innermost thoughts with the deepest passion imaginable and all are TRUE life experiences which have occurred in my life. I am diagnosed Severe Bipolar Disorder and disabled and draw SSDI. I no longer have to work from over 40 yrs in Maintenance and 2 degrees in Electronics and Electrical maintenance. I do draw disability now for over 2 yrs time and depression is a daily bout which I face every day, but try to be positive. The medicine I take is for my head and helps with mood swings and depression. As to date, I cannot read many of my works as I Bawl like a baby at most of them. I remember when and how I felt when I wrote them. But all of them follow a story to the end. I cannot recite a single one because once written they are gone, otherwise they eat my Brain. I am crying now as I write this and divulge my deepest thoughts and experiences of my life. I feel better now that it is gone from my head folks. When a situation arises, I just know which ones will deserve recognition to be told. I suffer from arthritis on my left side, my hands hurt all the time, and I practice herbal medicine for the pain. I create my own remedies from my herbologist named Daryl Collins here in Okmulgee, he gives me the herbs and I am the guinea pig first and foremost for the experience. Anyone else who suffers from this can contact me at trenton6896@yahoo.com. I am willing to tell you the recipe for my Creations. I hope all appreciate this testimony of mine. All I say is true to fact. William Lewis Moore June 28, 2011