There Are No Secrets

Sitting on the fence, watching traffic pass by, liking to just sit and ruminate over the many possibilities that fill this mind with ideas for poetry. Finding notes that will play musical rhythms upon the piano of my mind, totally oblivious to the world around me. Living in moments of imagination and intellect as I write fruitfully of everything in this life, unafraid to broach any subject at all. Having no taboos, opening pandora's box at times because there are no secrets to be held in coffins of ruin, they must all be expressed and presented to the world to see and talk about.