Christopher Leon

Dancing on the Devil's Staircase: Poetry for Introspection and Exploration Christopher Leon

Cry blood, bleed tears, spit sex. Unrestrained. Everything that will ever be said has already been said. At the root this statement is true. However, it is the variety with which things are said that ads flavor and life to existence. Words are the alphabet by which ideas are bred. Ideas change us, challenge us, and feed us. Poetry is for explorers. We explore as if compelled to do so. Abandoning safety for freedom. The mind is not meant to be caged, and yet after struggling free again and again we come to know through experience that which has always been known. In spite of this seemingly futile act, each journey that leads to this discovery, whether whole or in part is a treasure. Each poem a harbinger, an angel bearing new worlds for the brave, a demon bearing hells to the cowardly and unprepared. Reading poetry is like drinking from some magic elixir. No one can predict the outcome as the spiders of thought cascade through the universe by cascading through you. What heavens or hells, what new worlds await their birth. We all dream the same dream, experiencing it from the view of different characters. Read to escape, read to explore. Walk pages vaster than deserts and deeper than oceans. After all, who can measure the distance between thoughts?