Titus.: Though, I must take you into the darkness first, hopefully to bring you out through the other end, that if I can blame myself, then there are many who I owe an apology to. Many of the things that went wrong, were of my doing, that maybe for being nice, did I learn to discover, how not to be! I've grown hard, and this has made me strong, in fact to be self critical even has an immense learning curve. Restricting myself, soul searching for a remedy, that I wanted to see through the eyes of people, what in fact they hated about me. Even further, I went back to my family tree searching likewise data of an otherwise brick in the wall. Someone who is so more educated than his kinfolk, someone who was ultra sensitive to emotions, daily whereabouts, seeing things he thought he hadn't, and pursuing progress for the want of another word, LOVE! Much has been done since, that what you are about to read, is a daily account, on whether dark or not, a change of mood was felt. You don't have to see my frustrations when indeed you could feel them. There is depth in these here 4 volumes, that I am obliged to warn you, that they are not designed to read from end to end, more if, when your ready! Overall it has changed a writing style, which mimics didactic verse, that I am to come up with the answers, to curb a wilting mind. Do not suffer on my behalf, for having the dreams and young hopes of one who decided life was when it happened, the year then was one of plenty, after which, I ran away, and without guidance the wrong moves often. Much has been a survival stage that I am willing to reveal as I can muster, the starting point of one's life, misery, and from this affecting me, I can sincerely feel your sympathies It only came about, when I started to appreciate life, that the slow taper towards enjoying it, did a situation arise, and from it, did a very long tunnel showing this light. What impact can one take to proceed in writing a book, it will be seen that I show so little of. Therefore, while fact takes place so few will understand, it, that it will be guided by narration to set guide by. I am in between wanting to let you know what an embarrassment I've been. I also want to reveal the likelihood of something that shall be a true likeness of myself, but a subtle darkest should it stir you disbelief. My darkest moments are when despised, I'ce shared nothing with, than there are not many around to receive it, than I dedicated myself away, so that I may live in piece with myself. Much will be dealt with as the Epicurean faith for which I'm fond, that I am able to put myself in the thoughts of 2000 years ago when the Latin philosophers of that time, were working disguising a way around the unknown. Many centuries later for us to translate this. |
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Titus.: PREFACE There is fullness to the sun now, which gives to seeking out such to enquiry. Where bulk were my reactions, then you can assume the few from bulk, were imaginary good times. I've persevered misery too often to understand it, that my gaze for love is just an illusion. Though having had high hopes, I am entrusted by experience to counteract the impending nature hard luck has. And what were those warnings that never came to impede good luck to come? To take heed of any warning would astutely consider not trusting again, that from the wealth of experience I am to share, - much will be in darkness! I have lathered long into blameless feuds, that I have now taken lame of each consequence, and therefore, understandable shall be answered. Unknown shall be rectified assumption to feelings, and once proud, numbness sits. |
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Titus.: Tree To The Inner Whisper Until such change gathers, an obituary shall be noted, it speaks of times of my duration when life for mood however slight the change it might give words invite, seeing into futures which if unfurled can one standby! If I am to remain undetected, more as the philosopher, leaving strange dialects ancients say should decipher, then declining into the preservation for our assertion, showing archiac freely quoted, enabling me to be free. It is for sure, to seek criticism as it is to praise overly, that one and the other are the same. Therefore need is irrelevant, that I turn a blind eye to, and leave this memory in vastness, in which I'm leaving too. Here as unknown, left as unknown, is a remarkable account of people really, who I've discovered were very much the same and for which gratitude is shown on a large scale. Amongst whom no worthy mention would be without poets whose usernames from allpoetry.com will be keep, and on publication, shall their be supplied. My username is also clearly shown to hide a true maybe, that before reading becomes you, overreach yourselves in dedication to others before the curse arrives at your desk/table. I should indicate identity as wholly portrayal as metaphor. No doubt you'll be trying to read what is at face value, furthest from the truth. Much needs to be learned by not taking in too much, therefore scraping the surface can account for such to concentrate, and benefit from reading just a few pages at a time. It is a love story, but don't expect the too explicit. Acknowledgement goes to those who have inclusion to the book, that some in fact, have been excluded. These can be found in volume iii, for which mention is known, and that their souls will be assured some sort of hardship. applying to use the song, "Stranger on the Shore" for the intro score EOS introduction * * * * From a world where good and bad are in need of segregation attempts to do so are literary, and therefore no offense should be made as these works will show, there is much truth in designing camouflage, the main retrospect. Names would have changed as such or reasons, exploiting whoever it was at the time, their time on this earth would have been paid ample fold. |
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Titus.: Writing quite a mixture of topics, I'm kind of into contests, as this is the key, the prompt, the key word, it doesn't matter what topic, I'm quite at home on all of them. Well, I hope. |
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![]() Titus.: I have been at allpoetry.com/Titus for 11 years now, and I am still there. I would just like to make a compilation now, of my best works, and maybe keep the selective ones on this site. Thank you. Titus. |
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now also yours...Hope you feel the freedom to grow here among the wonderful writers who have embraced me from the start. Happy writing to you and Happy New Year! Cheers. MP - | ||
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