The following poems / odes / sribblings are from my days fresh out of school. Many of the views presented here I do not believe now or have sorted out and come to peace with.

there are only two people in this world that have read these to date, so in a sence this is a release from the trials and tribulations of days now past.

Please ignore any spelling or gramatical errors as these are direct transcripts and have not been edited from when they first hit the paper.

Stuart

“I don’t even like to describe it as poetry, y’know, call myself a poet. ‘Poet’ seems to me to be one of those gift worlds, a mantle that other people confer upon you. If I call myself a poet, it’s only because there arn’t really any words to convey just what it is I’m trying to do. I don’t mean to be pretentious about it”

Jim Morrisson, The American “poet” 1969