The poetry in this collection is like love to me- the soul’s expression of need- the need to define poetry in the light of it as “man’s art of playing with words.” It is an attempt to experiment with my definition, to experiment with style, to experiment with words. I wrote them because I couldn’t help but to write; because there is a “child” in me that wouldn’t rest until it be allowed to play, no matter how brief the moments at play gets to be; “because there is a voice in me that wouldn’t be still;” because words have always fascinated me, and playing with them, well…