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I am going to try something different. I said, I write to write. And I am going to stay true to that, and will publish my Pesaro Poems for free, while allowing you, the reader, to make a donation, if you so wish, as to what you feel comfortable with in paying.

Now, sure I would love a donation, no matter how small, just so that I can have some incentive to keep churning the writing.

Obviously, times are hard. But in hard times, is where inspiration burns strongest for me. So, I can’t complain too much. I have many things to be grateful for, and most of all for peace of mind. If you cannot or do not wish to pay, I still hope you enjoy the Pesaro Poems, and furthermore hope that they speak to you in someway.

In your darkest times, know that you are never alone. God is everywhere, and most importantly, inside of our own minds. And in the three weeks of November in 2009, while in Italy, I came to know the God that I have evaded for so long. And in those three weeks, I went on a writing spree of poetry that helped me come from a dark place, a very dark place. A place where I almost jumped out of a window, in a tiny, desolate and god-forsaken hotel room in Napoli, where I thought all was lost.

The greatest pain, at least for me, comes from conflict within. Challenging, fighting and resisting reality. “It is not supposed to be this way….”

And when my reality had me lost in a 10×10 hotel room in Italy, where once again pay was not coming, all that I saw was what I had lost.

How had I gone from the heights of the NBA, to some muggy hotel in the backstreets of Naples?

Why? Why?

And in that refusal to accept reality, instead wishing with bitterness I was back in the NBA, I was consumed with anger, hate and denial. I was angry with whatever gods may be, and I was angry at life, and I was angry at the world. I hated everything. Trust me, I knew millions had it far worse than I did, but it was not a materialistic driven sorrow, but rather, a spiritual one, that I would be hard pressed to explain. It was as though I felt it was all some sick cosmic joke.

I nearly ended it all.

I had a choice- end it, or shift.

And I sat there on the windowsill, wondering if to do it, a phone call came. A call from home. I won’t say who it was, but when the phone rang, the sound of it, was a switch in my head. It was as though I heard a phone ring for the first time. And suddenly there was a peace, a clarity. An “ah-hah.”

I will delve more into this, in the sequel to Longshot, but I at least wanted to give you the reader, a prologue, a setting for the Pesaro Poems, a background if you will.

I hope the work finds and resonates with you and your watcher on whatever path you may be on at this time.

I hope you find your peace, and your clarity. I won’t call it enlightenment, because trying to describe and label enlightenment is contradictory to the idea in and of itself, but I hope you can find it, as I, nor no one else can find it for you.

But everyone in their own due time.

Everything is as it should be.

Now just Be,

Lance Allred