Silence is the platform for the mind of a poet. Where your words collaborate with the pen that condemns the paper to contain the story, what written Glory. It's an honor to be amongst so many Vibers, who knew the World held so many writers. For every title I click on there sets a stage. All your stories unfold as if I sat in a play. To display that of which your mind can't erase. I taste that of a salty tear. I can mourn the loss of someone you loved so dear. Congratulations, a toast to all your celebratory engagements. Eyes and ears open to those who initiate change for the Nations. We live for the write, that which ignites all that needs to be expressed. All-consuming passion that leaves us with little rest. It's for the best for they should fear the alternative of a poet that can not write. Take cover or take flight. For within a beast will rise but no matter where you go you will always find Our Kind. So let's continue to write, not in the spirit of competition. For we should love and support fellow poets despite the need of opposition.