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"Dear Poetry Lovers" a letter to You from Charles Anthony Hood

Dear Poetry Lovers,  Please enjoy the beautiful music I've included above. As we come upon this end to the second quarter of the year, I am pleased with the poetry I've published on this blog so far. Although I do enjoy composing free-verse poetry, I also enjoy composing other types of writing projects.  I enjoy screenwriting, essay writing, and Creative Writing in general. I also enjoy composing non-fiction articles and letters. It took me many years to find my voice as a writer. I enjoy variety. So, moving forward, I will also publish the occasional creative composition that is not poetry.  I hope that my audience grows over the coming years. My company Charles Anthony Hood, LLC, is an entertainment company based in Altus, OK. My dream is to bring Hollywood to Altus, OK. There are many places within Jackson County and Altus that would make great shooting locations.  I am interested in participating in the film making process too. I want to be involved in the execu...

"A Pantheist's Question" a poem by Charles Anthony Hood

  I grew up around self-righteous, Pompous Christians who thought… They were special in the Universe, Because they were uniquely a person.   They spoke, read, wrote, and pontificated, But they could not admit when they were wrong. They must always be right, for being… Wrong is too unacceptable, because…   The Bible requires perfection from those… Who declare its authority and validity. Imperfection is not an option for them, For they believe the “Holy Spirit” will perfect.   Show me a person who is sure they know… The truth, and I’ll show you a broken, insecure… Shell of a person who doesn’t know much. Not knowing the truth is the true blessing.   Understanding you don’t know the truth… Is the first step toward intellectual freedom. Religious freedom is the freedom to discover… Any religion you want, and no one can stop you.   That’s the hope anyway—that no one will… Hinder your search for the truth—but ...

"My Psychodrama Spells" a poem by Charles Anthony Hood

Twisted into a million knots, My brain seizes from broken thoughts. Nothing alive can take my energy, Because of my soul’s synergy.   We dance to the beat of that drum— The one that soldiers overcome— The one that starts the celebration— The one that fills our hearts with elation!   How many hearts must melt… Before my pain is felt. Why do I listen to anything you say? I know you are going to glum-up the day.   You’re a harbinger of negativity and darkness. I left you ages ago because of your starkness. You follow me, stalking around the corner— Disturbing the last broken mourner!   I take comfort, for the sun will rise. The skin beneath my eyes dries. I tie my shoes tight, pick up my dumbbells, And say my psychodrama spells. 

"Whether I'm Alive or Dead" a poem by Charles Anthony Hood

  I am a poet with sharp wit. My mind is adept at keeping… Together all the grime and grit.   Compartmentalization is key. Understanding how to keep it that way… Does not come for free.   A fine, thin line I tread, Almost falling over the edge. Whether I’m alive or dead,   It depends on who’s asking the question. Is it the invisible person on your shoulder, Or the one at the door with a suggestion?   How many minutes must I waste… Waiting for an answer that’ll never come? I cannot rid my palate of the dust I taste.

"King in My Own Reality" a poem by Charles Anthony Hood

  Driving the wrong way down the four-lane… Headlights headed straight toward me… I honk my horn as if it will make a difference. Red and Blue Lights flashing behind me: I drive away as fast as I can, hoping I can outrun…   The police—I couldn’t outrun them, though. They came for me like sharks devouring… Chum in the water, but I came out on top. They couldn’t break my mind or spirit, Even though they held me in solitary confinement.   Perhaps, dear person, you may ask, “Why were… You running from the police?” I might reply, “Schizoaffective disorder.” I am not ashamed to have a psychotic disorder, Because I did not ask for it or volunteer for it.   Auditory and Visual Hallucinations, Depression or Mania depending on my level of stress, Hyper-religious Delusions and… A mind trapped in its own imagination— I am a prisoner in this body.   Two little white pills keep me sane… From day to day—medicine for an illness...