Welcome to my book of poems,I hope you’re doing well,The poems within go very deep,And some of them might smell…(See “Ode to the Decrepit Hotel That Smells Like Body Odor”)…The symbolism is profound,And metaphor extreme,It draws from ancient languages,And some a spirit stream,I do not know what they might mean,They’re far beyond my mind,And so it’s “Poetry Beyond”,They are one-of-a-kind,By opening awareness,I get out of my own way,Allowing in Divinity,To take the pen today,It compliments the mystic texts,Like myrtle, pine and yew,And if we’re talking B. O.

,Then the language is P. U.

,But like a diamond in the sky,With fractal mirrored gaze,With angles truly infinite,You see things different ways,For angel angle might be there,Depending what you see,And lost ones may be tones or stones,And there is number three,There is no right or wrong in poems,Relax the thinking mind,The inner child’s very wise,Be gentle, loving, kind,This is a space to be yourself,And deeply go inside,For secrets do the mystics hold,You might go for a ride……(See “The Time Space Fabric Has a Hole”)Or just enjoy these poems “as is”,They hold no warranty,Each poem had its own work of art,Painted photography,From places all around the world,Inspired camera art,You’ll find the art-inspired poems,Pierce deeply through the heart,For “Oy the Joy” will pop right out,With eyes-crossed vision true,But anyway, enjoy the poems,The greatest light is you. -Pamela Storch.