Welcome to the Roar

Welcome
I write poetry. Prose poetry that is Raw, and Roars.....

I believe foremost in the vast capacity of Raw human creativity, which can express itself through channels of Art. where the human Soul meets the World, where forms, ideas and dreams have the power to manifest in the substance of Earth; perhaps to even make themselves immortal, though Earth gradually reintegrates into her own ancient body everything we make. It is this integration that is at work when we are accessing our creativity to create, it is the timeless striving of the Soul to unify itself with World. Imagine it as like two lovers stuck at opposite ends of a busy shifting city who are struggling to find where each other is; catching buses, running through parks, where are you? Are you near? I can see you!
Sometimes this process of integration can take a long time, several years, a lifetime and sometimes, contrary to the rest, a day. You never know.

Let me describe why I say Prose poetry that Roars.
When i engage in writing (and writing stories, and poems is what i do) i have initiated the process as a response to an emerging subliminal-something-within that i might later call 'Creativity'. In the World my consciousness has been prickled by a something-without: a conversation, a place, a moment of insight, anything...
That this mysterious subliminal-something-within wants to create, or will be the birth of something new in the World (to create, is to bring something that previously did not exist into existence) is not so clear at first.
When you feel a passionate emotion that ripples down to your core, you are stopped where you walk, or think, or talk. It holds you in its coils, which you cannot resist. Or maybe you do resist, and carry on with acting out your daily life, but that powerful-beyond-reason thing has you, even if you do not acknowledge its embrace.
Such passionate emotions (and the passionate may not mean you collapse in a feverent weeping/joyful paroxysm, it could just as easily leave you stunned and silent for a second) we can name 'inspiration': the breath of a spirit has taken a leap down into the pits of your heart. Now lets go on...you may be any kind of Creator; a potter, a weaver, a painter, wood carver, musician etc, etc. So with this inspiration you sit down or stand up, however you are moved to move, perhaps you are exceedingly restless and pace everywhere, muttering.
Now comes to time for decision, shall I go with it? shall I let myself be immersed in this Roar of Inspiration?
Of course you do...
When you begin, when your tool touches down on your medium, Up and out into the spiral of creation, as this Roar of Inspiration takes you on to create, to procreate with you even (if use the picture of inspiration as one of the Ancient Greek muses of the arts perhaps, or indeed any god/goddess of whatever pantheon you desire) an entirely new existence of something that previously was not there. You have expanded on creation, which is ongoing.

All this above, i believe, is encompassed in the single word, Roar.

With a Roar a strong, energetic, usually single-noted, sound emanates from the source, and those who come into range of the Roar experience heightened emotional/mental states, activating the opening of the Third-Eye which is the Eye of the imagination. What we experience in the imagination, is a validity of what we are experiencing in the physical world.

As a poet, i am in the waves of this mighty Roar. Taking me wherever it may soar. Taking you wherever it may soar.

A toast to the spirits who Inspire you today!
A toast to those who dare without a care to ride the Roar!

Welcome.