Most of my memories of normal events are glossed over, and the most important events to me, my innermost, most protected, most Sacred, me, are all reflected in my poetry.
So, why do I keep trying to write an autobiography, when all I have to do is publish my poems?
I get so desperately upset if I lose a poem. Perhaps because they matter so much more to me than most things I have. I'm not giving this to people for them to judge me, but for them to get a glimpse into what is me.
Welcome to me. The real me. No masks, no guises, just my purest emotions and memories, and fantasies, for isn't that most of what the real me is made of?
P.S. If you're wondering about the "author(s)" of particular poems, you should read my Who's Who in CRISS page. Please read my disclaimer first, however. I have reserved the right to copyright all of my poems in the name of my body, and now in my aka (due to messy web publicity) rather than in the use names my sElves use or the legal body name, as a matter of legal and lifestyle convienience. The actual spirit-soul authors of the poems are listed as a matter of possible esoteric interest to the reader, especially those who actually have met some of them/us.
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