I've lived in Oregon since then, and yes I still suffer from climate shock to this day. I just write what I feel, because the words are me. I can't really say who my influences are, I am especially fond of the 'old' poets like Rossetti and Lord Byron. Shakespeare could also put a good rhyme or two together. It pretty much sums up most die-hard poets.
Most people become bankrupt having invested too heavily in the prose of life.
While I keep pushing this big rock uphill. With all the right answers for the wrong questions I bump into doors never opened before If I fall short of redemption guess I will Always have to push big rocks uphill. Seems I'll be pushing a big rock until I can stop and see down both sides of the hill. The burial place of ole' Punkin' Head. He feeds upon fear, that's what's said About the evil ghost of the Punkin' Head.