ADORATION NATION: Poems and Writings Volume 1 of 6
by
Echo Romeo
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INTRODUCTION
Four things for the reader:
First of all, if you’re reading this, I thank you. You’re saving my life. I’m at a point where I’m giving up and letting go of those “crazy” dreams. I’ll never be that great wealthy writer that I dreamed of being. But, I’ll be happy enough knowing that someone will be reading my words. So, if you’re reading this, thank God for the internet and thank you for taking time to read my writing.
Secondly, writing is dangerous. My real name is not Echo Romeo. It’s a pseudonym, an alias, a nom de plume (I love that term). I use an alias because writing is dangerous. There are people’s feelings, situations, reputations and/or opinions to consider. I wrote some of this stuff when I was young and stupid- what would my children think? Names and incidents have been changed and events dramatized to protect the innocent. I’m unleashing my words into the world. Who knows what the consequences and effects will be?
Thirdly, I promise you that this stuff is worth while. I’m like most people in that I don’t really like poetry. Maybe I just don’t “get” it or I just want somebody to explain it to me. But, I truly believe in what I’m doing. I consider my writing style like the constitution- it’s “for the people by the people”. If you can’t find something interesting in each of these poems then I’ve failed you and I’ve failed myself. I promise you that I tried my best to make it interesting and entertaining.
Lastly, read on and enjoy.
ECHO ROMEO
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CHAPTER ONE
If I began to describe all that you are to me
I would never finish
I could write books to fill libraries
Books inspired by what you are to me
This would only be chapter one
When I saw your face I understood my destiny
Heaven opened above me
Angels sang in my ears repeatedly
She’s the one
She’s the one
The stars were in your eyes
And nothing glowed as bright as you that day
I was like a moth navigating its way
My flight pattern oriented on your sun
The heavens were seen
Angels cried and sang
Stars were born
It’s not a fiction
Its fact, wise and true
All on the day we met
So I proclaim so none will forget
The world will know my undying love for you
And the story starts at chapter one
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ADORATION NATION
(THERE’S A PLACE FOR YOU AND ME)
Every time I see you a quite and sweet feeling swells under me
It’s something I can’t begin to understand
But the feelings run deep
And the longer it lingers
The stronger the feeling becomes
Let’s give in to sweet evil sticky temptation
You don’t know
Nor do I even know
How you have captured my mind and imagination
You have my heart
You have my attention
Your eyes, smile, lips and even your hair
Become sources for poetic inspiration
Words can only begin to describe feelings stirring in me
And words and poems can only fail
But I will try to write you as many poems as the hair on your body
If that’s enough to make sure you never leave me
For you and I can stay together forever
In my adoration nation
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DID YOU WRITE THE BOOK OF LOVE?
Kiss me hard
With
All the passion you know
Kiss me long
With
Al the patience you know
Kiss me tender
With
All the kindness you know
No?
Yes?
No
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TOUCH ME
Oh my fair skinned Beauty
Who better
To represent
The fairer sex
Let me soak in the light
Emitted by your green eyes
Allow me to kiss
The cheek of forgiveness
Let me hold the hands
That possesses the only thing
That I wish for
Your
Touch
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LUST AND STARDUST
Breathe it in to fill your soul
Let your body lose control
Give in to every desire
Burn yourself within my fire
Kiss me everywhere
Let me kiss you
You know where
Even in that place down there, there
Let it all in
Large or small
Everything is a sin
Live and love wild at heart
Let me tear you all apart
It’s going to take all night long
To make the moves
And words for our perfect love song
This is more than a one night stand
I want you and you want me
That’s all we have to understand
Let’s give in to our animal instinct
Before we get a chance to stop and think
Just spread your legs a little wider
We can be a six legged spider
Let lust run from your toes to chin
Spread them darling
I’m coming in
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IT TOOK YEARS
I look up to a distant star
Those star lights have taken millions of years
To travel the vast space, to shine on earth
To fall on my eyes
I look at you
You are as far as any star
You’re a love that has taken millions of years
To finally fall on my lips
Stars sometimes fall
And so we must too
I know its silly but I’ll say it anyway
I am so in love with you
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PRINCESS CAN’T COME OUT TONIGHT
(or THIS IS NO FAIRY TALE)
You are a beautiful princess and
I’m just your tragic hero
You are my real romantic interest
The only one I care to know
Hop into my silver chariot and
I’ll show you just how far we can go
Without you
I get kind of lonely
The days unfold
A little too slowly
I get anxious to see
The end of this love story
I wish I could look at the end of the book
But the last chapter is yet to be written
There are some promises between lover’s lips
That should never be forgotten
We’ll see time erase mistakes
And uncover sins yet to be forgiven
Our story is complicated
And certainly no fairy tale
I tried to tell you everything
But the words only fail
I’m only guilty of love
So sentence me to lifetimes in your jail
So we’ve started down a rock road
They say trials make for a lasting relationship
There was a joy of discovering you
In everyday of my courtship
There’s much more to know
You’ll see we’ve only touched the tip
Stay with me now, don’t give up on me
There may not be a second chance
Every tale about love is built
Around incredibly impossible circumstance
And our story is worth reading
Because of the truth in our romance
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POET’S EXILE
If I die take me to a sweet, peaceful place
Where in every flower petal, I can see your face
Somewhere between your heart, soul, and mind
An island of dreams and happiness, you’ll find
Let me rest there forever night and day
To be in you, on the poet’s exile I pray
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ANNOYING MAN RETURNETH
You are my hearts foremost desire
The only meat that would fill my empty hungry soul
Your lips are sweet wine and let me become a drunken fool
Your eyes are beautiful blue windows that house a wonderful soul
I just wait in front of you knocking on heavens door
And lord let me fall in love
Let me embrace your temple oh dear woman
And receive my offerings of fading innocence
Burnt offerings in a fire of passion hot enough to cleanse imperfect gold
Lady look upon this wretched pathetic poet
Crown me with you glorious eyes
Stop trying to crucify me
And raise me up to resurrect me
Because I die every time we are apart
My goddess
I hope my sacrifices are enough for you
I pray for you to touch my blushing cheeks
And lay a kiss within my palms
Just before we hold hands
To become one
Fingers intertwined in one hold
Then let’s jump off this cold earthly cliff
Together
Nothing can harm us
Even if it does
We’ll rise again
Let us leap into the sweet Spring air
And let’s fall in love again
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VIRGIN FOLLIES
It felt so amazingly right when I held you close to me
It felt as if I found my place in the world
As if I found the perfect beginning to the greatest of all love poems
So great the heavens could open up if I sang those opening lines
As I kissed your soft lips and felt you warm tongue
And felt the beating of your heart next to my chest
Praising your body as a priceless work of art
The lord truly had a hand in sculpting your creation
He has answered my prayers and given me a piece of a dream
A chance at creation and I relish the moment
Like a hungry fool eating fruits of knowledge
I know she was a woman
Instinctively I knew
what men, snakes and devils do
With her helping hands she guides me in
The heavens thundered at my sin
We followed the rhythm of the falling rain
Her screams were not of pain
But a chorus of praise and joy
Flooding our bodies like the end of a great song
With a singer hitting that last long glory note
Or the end of a wonderfully long love poem
The greatest I’ve ever written in saliva on a woman’s back
So maybe the heavens didn’t open up but it came close
Yes, it was a very heroic, epic first try
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BAPTISM AT TUB ‘N’ SUN
As you joined me in the hot tub I took you in my arms
You took me between your legs
And I baptized her into my religion
My body
My church
She moaned and prayed to her new god
She prayed what she felt would never stop
She shook
I thundered
I planted into her the words
The promise of a new life
Now
We lay in the grass
Staring up and not at each other
Waiting for the clouds to open
Did we make a mistake?
Let’s just wait
For the coming of the son
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UNSEEN, UNHEARD
The moon stays around the earth
Unseen in day
Shining full at night
Like the shining sun
Or a tree falling in the woods
Without a witness
They can’t be seen or heard
Flowers grow slowly in the day
And sleep unheard snores at night
I exist unseen and unheard
I neither shine nor grow
I sleep all day and night
She touches me and I awake
She whispers and reminds me
I am alive
And so is she
She swears and promises
She is my witness
Between her and I
Love exists
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SHADOWS
(THE BIG BREAKUP)
Someone has taken my soul away
Another love gone to lament over
I lost and the song ends
She said she wasn’t worthy of me
Me?
I’m just another man who was weak in her sight
The who gave her up
They took her away
Shadows cam one night to feast
Figures of dogs and boys
Ran to feed on fruits she offered
We san the greatest of all songs
Love rang out true
But she is just a memory
Something even less to me
She has changed
A shadow of a long toothed beast
Holding something in her fangs
It’s the shadow of my heart
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GAMES
Stop the games
I don’t want to play
My heart is cold
My soul checked out today
Don’t move your mouth
Because I can tell you’re lying
Don’t kiss me
It’s not going to stop my crying
The news and rumors I’ve heard
You can’t defend yourself against those words
So I’m just going to let you go
And let that little bit of our love die slow
Girl, just go away
I don’t want to play your game today
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THE HUNT
Last night he dreamt of making love to her so hard that when he woke up the sheets were stuck to the ceiling and his pants had a jagged circular rip where his zipper would be.
He thought about calling her but he threw her number away when in a fit of rage he set fire to everything she ever gave him in a bonfire including her love sticky poems and all those photos together and he would be rid of her forever. But, as the fire grew he saw her smiling in a picture he really liked and it was worth the third degree burns he suffered to save it from becoming ash.
So, he returned to that picture and not only stared at it- he absorbed it. He returned to that moment that she hopped on his bed, got down on her knees and elbows to invite him to take her. He was lucky enough to have a camera in his hand at the moment. He lived the fantasy of being a Playboy photographer for an eternal moment caught on film. He couldn’t deny her beauty, her creamy skin and even her scent, oh her scent. Also, it was such a great natural porno pose. He smiled with her in a fond memory.
The memory like the photo stays only slightly faded. Only now her scent was replaced by the smell of a moldy, burnt photograph. After all these years, he decided to put that photo in an envelope. After all these years, he recalled her address and phone number which he would need to submit her photo to the Hustler’s Beaver Hunt. She never read his dirty mags and she might never know that he shared their moment with the world. And, so with a lick of a stamp, he would let her go.
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THE DOG’S POEM
(From the sexual subconscious of an aspiring poet who just happens to be a dog)
My lady friend met thy death
Tis my sword sharpened by hatred
It is made of my flesh
Forged in fires of former passions
And endless mating in the streets
Hammered into shape between the thighs of so many bitches
And now we come to yours
My lady love
Take my sword
In thine caring paws
Strike a fatal blow with your dirty tongue
First for me
Next for you selfish needs
Place my hard edged sword deep
Into thy soft and supple throat
Please try not to choke
These are my affections
These are placed upon my sword
It’s not really about hate or life or death
I’m more bark than bite
But I promise you
If you want it
Let me find a place to sheath my dagger
And you can call it your own
Give a dog a bone
My furry little love
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NOW
Now is the time to heal our wounds
Before we bleed ourselves spiritually dry
I do not need someone to help me lick my scars
I need someone to tell me why
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SHE’LL BE WITH YOU FOREVER
Although you thought she was an angel
You saw her face in real light
She was wrinkled and tarnished
Not the jewel you imagined at all
And though she may cover some flaws
With makeup for a while
Her real face may just scare and haunt you in your sleep
Forever
Although she may have lied to you
She did not know you well enough to harm you
But lies are lies
The words and their deception
Bring no permanent damage
The truth that she is just another woman
Like every other woman
May just scar you
Forever
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I WOULD
I’d give you a red red rose if I felt
You were worth the dirt it was grown in
I’d lick the V of your love forever
If it didn’t smell as bad as sin
I’d love to talk to you on the phone
Because I can’t stand the sight of you
I’d cry but I laugh
All the rumors you denied were all true
I’d give you a standing ovation for acting so used and hurt
But that may bring on an encore
I’d show you the scars you left but they haven’t healed
So I will show you the door
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IN FOUR PARTS
I don’t know whether it’s your existence in my life or if it’s the lunacy that my heart pumps through my body but something in me sits like acid eating away at my sanity because I seem to fall in love with your face every time we meet. Which I realize is silly. I’d be a fool to fall for someone as cruel as you. So, I guess I play the idiot in the gameful poem chasing aimlessly for a fleeting angel. The angel is fast and she is beautiful (or she would not be an angel).
I’m just a poet observing the game trying to analyze the bitter truths that we deny daily. The idiot is a genius. He knows what he knows and leads headlong with his heart. The angel is a fallen image. She failed to fly which makes her just another evil woman who would rather shop then to speak to hidden geniuses.
(Then the woman chimes in)
I am not an angel. That was an image you projected on me. I am far from innocent. it is not my failure if I do not live up to your great expectations. Idiots and poets, dreamers and sleepers can all stay at home. I do not need the truth, or their fantasy. All I need is an obscenely rich man
This woman seemingly thought as a jewel
Was cheap glass and has a core of rotting wood
She truly is as hideous as a rabid bitch
To her a handsome man is one who is rich
To the idiots, poets, observers, and genius in every man
Let us not waste our time on such foolery and shame
That the wicked and dammed women bring to us
Let us poor romantics find undiscovered directions
For there are more then enough fair and chaste maidens
Who await and call for our richly deserved attention
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CAPTAIN LIGHTNING
Lightning strikes the same place twice, leaving me electrified
With a bald spot in my head and a hole in my shoe
That’s where the first strike come and went
There’s a hole where my zipper would be
That’s where the second struck
Taking the zipper with it
I go home and my lovely neighbor Mrs. Jones invites me in
Wondering just what happened to me
I pass by her mirror in the hall
My hair is standing on end and so is my penis
Mrs. Jones looks shocked
Then she is all smiles
As she takes me by the hand
She giggles in delight as static electricity sparks
Every time we touch
She sits me down and straddles me
It’s the most electrical thing that has ever happened to me in my young life
It was much better than getting hit by lightning
The lights go out
But I just keep glowing
Mrs. Jones lights up like a Christmas tree
Mrs. Jones that blonde, blue eyed, old
but not that much older and married creature
Commits adultery with me
And she says she’ll never leave her handsome husband
who is a captain in the Army
But she says whenever we get together
I can be her little Captain Lightning
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ROMEO AND JULIET PART II
Romeo:
Death release us for one last dance
Jimi Hendrix played classical guitar for us
Playing something new by Mozart
Do you remember that fatal day?
When you mistook me for dead
And you took the poison (or something like that)
taking your own life
To be with me
Then I awoke from my chemical sleep
I took my own life to be with you too
Oh, my silly Juliet
We finally lay together in the grave and beyond
Lady Death has given us another moment of life
We are two souls ever meant to be one
Juliet:
Oh, Romeo
I was a fool
Kiss me for one last time
Before Death comes to claim us again and again
I realize our story is filled with sadness
Perhaps others will come to learn
If love is the question
Death is not the answer
Love is never worth dying for
Love is meant for the living
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GREAT POTENTIAL
(LOSING THE BLUEPRINT OF LOVE)
The harsh repetitious pattern of life
Has finally broken this once brilliant mind
The once complex sketches of the inner workings of love
Were his but the sketches seem to have disappeared
Someone stole his blueprint of love
Life is not the same as reality for reality is for us to bend
And the harder you bend it the harder it gets
Especially if you let a woman do the bending
But all she wanted was a good time
Maybe she took it by mistake
He sat in complete darkness
His eyes adjusted to see a dark haze
which was the only way
He could describe the tired way he felt inside
The gears in his mind shifted to minimum effort
And he sighed in humble submission
Whatever it was
Life
Of just plain, simple boredom
It had defeated him
And stolen the only worthwhile project in his head
He may as well be dead
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PEOM FROM A DANCING ALIEN
Look through your most powerful telescopes
You may just see me
I dance from star to star
In the longest of winter’s night
I see the curtain of ice particles and ionized things
Blowing in the freezing atmosphere
I dance and sing Broadway show tunes
Among the stars
Shining like a million spotlights
Or like a million people and aliens
Coming to see me dance up a storm
I am a star amongst the stars
Then I tripped and lost my footing
Tripping over one of those ugly man made satellite things
I was falling and floating seemingly endlessly
But gravity eventually takes hold me
Alas, I am in the orbital embrace
Of the dying mother earth
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CAVEMAN BLUES
I’ve been acting like a hungry ape
Trying to cause some destruction
Picking bones with a saber tooth
Trying to hurt myself
Because of something you tried to do to me
You tried to take my heart
And feed it to your new love
Sneaking around after the moon went down
But I was still awake
You ran away guilty
As I shout on my mountain top in frustration
And loneliness
I scream to the wind gods
I should have done what the old medicine man says
Hit her over the head with a club and drag her back
I kick out my magic flames
Thinking it was you
I stomp on it hard until its only cold ashes
Then I sit in my cold corner
In my lonely cave I call a home
And begin to beat on an ape’s skull
As my eyes start to get wet
I let out an idiots grunt
Because I just can’t forget
You
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DEATH OF A CREATOR
He pulls a chorus out of the air
Just part of the songs and symphonies we hear everyday
So wonderful and epic you never notice
With the piece he has taken he molds it like clay
And rewrites what was once the mating call of a sea gull
into woman’s cream of rape
He rewrites another dream
And it becomes part of the endless song
It’s true
He had the power of a true poet
To go beyond the words on paper
Beyond the ink in a pen
To go through the skin of the hand that writes
Past the pathways in the mind
And through the eyes
Projecting onto the blank movie screens of outer space
He fills the screen with his own images
The crowd watches, thinking they were alive
Thinking it was their own reflection
Wishing their own commands upon the imagined mirrors
His life wasn’t theirs to control or imitate
The angers of atoms explode in him like a supernova
Only it’s within him, sucking back into him
A black hole exists where his heart used to be
So he closes his ears to all the songs of day and of night
Knowing tomorrow will never come
It’s always a day away
He wishes it wasn’t just another day
And hates the idea of just laying down to die
So he stands and reaches out to the universe
Watching the big blank screens in the sky
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HELL IS IN THE HEART OF EVRY MAN
Some where along the line
I lost my talent to babble on
I lost my faith in the poetry
I lost all sense of direction
Just about the same time
I fell out of love with you
I used to think that I could layer my words
Like a painter layers his colors into masterpieces
But I don’t have the words anymore
I wish for the silence I receive from a blank piece of paper
I want to make a mark on it
but the problem is
Where do I begin?
Where to begin when your life ends
After the mind is blank and the words play out
Everything fades away somewhere between the sun and the moon
Somewhere between the earth and heaven lies the heart of a bad poet
Crying because he is lost without his muses
Heaven shatters and fractures away like broken glass
And the blue sky and scenery pulls back like a curtain
Hell becomes so obvious that I begin to sweat
But along with my fellow hopeless romantics
We are trapped on earth
to remain
With those that broke our hearts
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GONE GONE GONE
He felt a great moment of poetry explode within his head
As if he was suddenly blessed with the answer to everything
He saw the beauty in a blank piece of white paper
He knew he could fill it with his own creation
His greatest fears became little shadows
His eyes were lights of salvation
Then
There was a knock on his door
And it would not go away
It was a so called friend
Who come by to tell him his latest joke
Which was lame in its telling
But the clarity and the insight he had
Was abruptly lost
Which was the cruelest joke of all
He fumbles in front of his typewriter
Searching
Searching
But not finding that last
Lost inspiration
His fear become the fat fingers of his own hands
He knew nothing
Everything including his sanity
Was gone
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HONESTLY
Feeling a little too romantic
Too early in the relationship
He frightens her
At this particular juncture in time
He is forced to tell a lie
To reassure her of his good intentions
To insure that she would not run away
Not now
Now that feelings for her
Developed so strongly
If she ran now
She’d be pulling his heart
By a string
Leaving a bloody trail
Of what was once a good man
So he is forced to tell his lies
To save his heart
To save his pride
He agrees to be just friends
And ever so smoothly
He asks her out anyway
She politely declines
Although her reasons may be true
It still feels like the biggest lie
He still keeps smiling even though his heart is racing
Sweat pours from his palms
He swears he doesn’t mind
And that it’s okay
Until he cries
It feels like a lie
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SCENES FROM THE PLAY OF LIFE
All he said on the stage
In the play of life
Something he prepared for a lifetime
Waiting for his turn in the spotlight
He stood center stage
Looking upon the eyes of all who watched
All the beast of the world and all humanity
He caught his breath smiled and said
Hello everyone
He spread his arms out
Embracing the world and all its creatures
For a second he felt the world embraced him back
Then, he put his arms down
Knowing his turn had passed
He held his head low and said
Before blowing a kiss to his one beloved
Good night
End of Volume 1
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MORE NOTES FROM THE AUTHOR
If you made it this far, once again, I thank you with all my heart. Hopefully, reading my writings and poems was as worthwhile as I promised it would be. If not, then all apologies. This is volume 1 of a 6 volume series. I’m offering volumes 1 and 6 for free. Hopefully, it will entice a reader to buy the remaining volumes. Please support the dream.
What you have read is a collection of older poems, written around my high school days and maybe a few years after. Looking back, I think it’s a very clever and romantic collection of poems written by a wordy and over analytical teenager. Additionally, in this collection and in most of my writing there are lots of religious themes and ideas present that are more or less intentional. I think it’s pretty common to write about angels and demons and having a Christ complex. It just depends on how you use it. I’d like to believe that there’s a good dramatic tension between sex and love, heaven and hell, real and fantasy, the godly and the profane that makes some writing more interesting than it should be.
Anyway, this set of poems is more or less about a girl and the business of getting girls. Around that time, I was in and out of love just about every other week. Around that time, I also met the first love of my life. I liked a lot of girls. I read too much. I was “in my head” too much. I also watched too many teenage John Hughes romantic comedies. All this adds up to a guy who was a “romantic” who thought poetry could still win over a young girl’s heart. Back then maybe I believed in the power of words little too much. The perfect word for me would be “naïve”. I soon realized that girls are flattered by poetry but the typical teenage girl just didn’t get it or maybe my sense of humor was just too sarcastic.
Anyway, nobody “got” me. Then, enter stage right; I met a girl who liked the way I looked. She liked the way I drew pretty pictures and most especially she liked poetry. She wrote poetry. She dedicated poetry to me and I returned the favor. Even then, I was a wannabe writer. I was really influenced by Stephen King, Piers Anthony and Clive Barker (horror and fantasy writers). But, when she came into my life it gave my writings a lift, an edge that it didn’t have before. I got “life experience”. I finally got the girl. Then, I lost the girl. Then, I found more girls.
So, that’s the story so far.
Please feel free to write me and tell me what you think of my writings. And please support the dream. If you enjoyed this volume, please buy the other volumes. And if you enjoy that, spread the word. Support the dreamers, the romantics, the writers and poets. Don’t let the dream die.
About the author:
Echo Romeo is a completely fictional character. But, if he was real and if you met him, you’d think he was an arrogant, handsome son of a gun with perfect teeth but you wouldn’t hate him because he’d make you laugh.
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