last updated: 4th of November 2003
My real name doesn't matter, but by wiccan tongues I'm mostly called NiteAngyl, or as I prefer just the more, 'the NiteAngyl'.
I was born and raised in the Nether Lands [I've got wanderlust], where I came in contact with poetry early in 1998. The art of people who can print their thoughts on paper really interested me and it became not only a hobby, but more like a study for me.
My first spark realisation of how pure literature can be was ignited by the works of J.R.R. Tolkien, who in his turn was moved by a single Anglo-Saksian sentence that was the very base of the Silmarillion..;
ofer middangeard monnum sended
above middle-earth sent to man
First star which I'll see this night
Lend me all of your sight
And may it be true
My wish of tonight
The second person I'd like to dedicate this site and its works to is not actually a living person, but a virtual personality, namely John 'Poet' Simons from the best-seller comic 'Rising Stars'. As his personality has many comparisons with mine [solity, writing, observing], and because I collect comics too for the typical art itselves contain, is it this person that this page should be memorialised for the most. Throughout the site you can find various images from Poet himself.
As you shall read through my own works, you shall find that my favorite subjects to write is love, death [and morely a combination of both], distrust and repellant. This due to the things I've seen and experienced in my own personal life. Then there also is an Austrian girl who moved me the most to write about depressive things [for which I'm very grateful for], and she's one who I'd never would dare to loose in life. With pride in my heart and my bright eyes blinded by the wickedness of love, I named her in the tradition of Tolkien's noble Elven-languages Gil-Galad Sylvaenor Starlight. After our first real meeting in real-life [Summer 2002] things became darker and darker, and after my acknowlidgement of my love for her, I began to despise and hate love for the pain it caused me. And secretly, I began to enjoy the pain as for the great stimulanses it gave me to write such beautiful works of poetry. Ever since that I came to know her -via the internet- [Fall 2000], I became enslaved [maybe entricked, like by a harpy] and bereaved from psychological sight by the excellent friendship she gave. As she gave me insight to the other sex, I gave her to male's. Cunningly said, "One ill turn may serve yet another"...
I'd like to share these feelings with those who cannot understand such physical pains. As some may find them beautiful, others might be repulsed by them. It's impossible for me to write about happy and joyful things, for I've forgotten what those emotions feel like. It's a long time since I've ever received another sex' true love. Or, as my dear friend Samantha [bless her] once said to me with a tongue of truthness; "You can love, yet not be loved." To have just a taste of that side of humanity, I reside my life with other persons, just to watch them think as they play their own daily games. Thus friends and relatives [and all else whom I've forgotten to mention here] surely shan't ever understand why I can be lively at one time, and look depressive at the other time. Those are the times that I'd like to withdraw myself from the moment and wish to fantasate about the 'other side' [or, as William Blake noted, ; "In Eternal / where horrors form a wall around the heart / bereave it from light / and ever self clos'd / to look into yourself / and be lost in Eternal / ..."] Henceforth, it's just because I try to see the world in another perspective which others don't see is mostly the reason friends don't understand my Eternal.
Looking at my initiative to create this website in a broad band, you could say that I've finally dare to come out with the secrets of my psyche. Surely some dark corners shall be enlightened with curious eyes [feel no pity please!] and, as said before, as one may be repulsed by some contents, I personally find relief and unexpectedly much respect by writing.
Not only I have enplaced poetry and thoughts, people who dared to share my psychological pains too have dared to make the first step of publicity. As many a person may have reacted anonymously, the bravest of hearts have revealed all of themselves and truly have expressed themselves in a fantastic way. For those who feel ennamed by these words, I salute them all as they will be remembered honorly!
Please take your time looking around on this website and I hope that you might find either inspiration or resemblance with your own experiences of life. By this, I wish you a comfortable stay at Poet's Pages and I send a big "thanks" to everyone who supported both me and this site...
The poet NiteAngyl