‘Thief of Dreams’ has been my pen name since I started writing poetry in 1992. I was a 13 year old kid who knew nothing of the world.
The poetry you will find on this site is, and will forever be, left unexplained and open to interpretation. Poetry goes hand in hand with personal experience, without a blueprint the mind is left with a infinite number of crayons to color with.
I am not a Author in the sense that I have had a New York Times Best Seller or even a book published at all. I am an Author the same way that a Bard was a Bard, a story teller a story teller, a musician a musician even without an instrument. You don’t have to have formal training or a drug problem to be able to express yourself. The only limitations a person finds is the ones they create themselves.
The origin of Thief of Dreams came about as I struggled to find a name that would not only describe the way my artistic muse felt but also deepen the meaning behind the creations it would set loose. It is a stark reminder in the brightest of days that while we march along on our perfected routes with our eyes cast forever down that there is a world outside our own. To be able to stop, just stop in the middle of your daily cycle and decide that you are going to take a different path, read a different story, say hello to a random stranger, instead of carrying on in a cloud of created haste.