Instruments playing by themselves

the blood of wild beasts is in me....I am the Wolf in the deep

woods

the owl at night--the poet of coarse hands

                  with my blue guitar and colors of Green

orange and white ribbons hanging down.

I am the Swan you cannot see....

I'm a Monk with his cloister of silence, where harsh winds

                           whistle in my poems. I am a Lonely

isolated guerilla fighting lyrical battles, a child of Eve.

                       I am whirlwind, a Gray Bear,  an Oasis

laced

                      with gold....my soul is deep like a River

a lover of Beauty...my pen is my sword, in black ink is my

Blood---the One you loved long ago........Love is a scent

I am  an Open Book.....an Empty cup,

and Enigma wrapped in a Mystery tied up with Riddles.....

   I am a man with strong arms,rock hard abs.....a

Dark Knight full of Passion and Romance...................