About the Author: Born amongst the supercluster of Laniakea within immeasurable heaven, D.R. Stonehard is a sensitive philosophical poet type, eccentric and deeply sensual. A gothic romantic with unbeknownst beauty, a lover with effortless characteristics and unveiled love. About the Book Psycho: The Endless Poem The poem began November 11, 2015 and was completed in its final form November 11, 2019. This epic long poem is about the philosophies of sadness, pain and hate, yet encapsulated by truth, hope and love. Excerpt of Psycho: The Endless Poem There are times in my life I have wished I had done something. Something like write the truest words where I can say anything I want as they don't belong to me. I love them, the expected and unexpected words, the ones I patiently wait for and even the ones I wished I had not lost within my heart filled mind. Words are made of colour, some glitter my whole universe and then suddenly the black and white ones appear full of serenity's light and the purest darkness to make my soul cry out to come back. Words are so beautiful I want to use them all through the walks of my life. A word can change an idea to a thought to a decision made in a single moment as our existence lives in the words. Words have weight and understandably feelings alike and unknown to each of us and sadly to the very few a pre-tense. Remember, we shall not dig a grave hearts frivolous words of how much we loved or missed someone within because those are the words we want to hear now in the present tense while we're still alive. Though here, we wander as words wander from country to place to the home we wish to make. Ancient at times they write and are often misunderstood unless we look within to our past delighting in the new found hope of a new character. Words can be anything, anywhere and unfailingly words live on - even the secret words to create a language of love as sometimes love, like here within, love is just another word for words. My wish came true though as this time I did something; I wrote words. I wrote words of love and words sadly of hate and any word that came to mind. These words made me feel happiness and feel small and insignificant. At times words healed my much begotten sorrow for all else failed. I have shared my words for the world to see and wordlessly I became a muse to some who cared deeply of what was. In their finality, the words could never decide if you should see them or let fate guide you to them and their meaning behind and in front of the words. Misguidedly fate may have seemed to have written you off, but my words have kept you here, alive each day, wondering and remembering the wholesome beloved words of my love. It is time you lived, loved and read these words that were endlessly written on a poetic day and beyond. See and understand their verse upon the sonnets chapter of our lives to the beginning words of a love story being written. How you define one solitary word that authors through your mind to your rewritten heart and composed soul is your choice alone. As meaningful or meaningless these words are to me, words are only words as I have learned your actions will speak louder than anything I could ever write as a simple good act can rewrite all the history of a soulmates tale, make dreams come alive, you to awaken and become one who understands acts of love and happiness. Nonetheless, my words will live on forever.