it's rather interesting that i have taken the title "poet" and most days in my personal life, words rarely ever seem to do justice to the very thing I'd hope to communicate. how do you explain, describe, articulate a feeling? i'm not sure it is possible but perhaps we can recreate those feelings in how we express ourselves in the motives and methods used to share experience...nina simone is obviously an incredibly moving woman, and i am more intrigued by her inabilities in this moment. there is something quite humbling about that, and beautifully human. words are merely symbols in moments...some things have no representation in this language...what is freedom to you? Do you agree with nina? and what of love? what are these words?