Kevin Brian Wright
Biography of Kevin Brian Wright
By Bill McDonald, President: American Authors Association
Poet Kevin Brian Wright is a romantic in the best sense of that word. He captures the divine romance of life through his brilliant prose. His words come across as if they were written by a 15th century monk who is high on the spiritual bliss of Holy Communion. One can almost feel this inner joy and “light” he projects with images from his words and phrasing.
Wright’s poetry evokes those same sacred feelings that come from the work of other divine and mystical poets such as Radindranath Tagore, Rumi, and Paramahansa Yogananda in his book of poems called “Whispers From Eternity”. This is tall company but I believe Wright's work possesses that same kind of spiritual DNA.
To call Kevin Brian Wright a mystic would not be a far stretch—his words certainly convey the feeling that he is reaching out beyond the material world and has escaped the illusions of this reality. If he had been born in another time or place, he could have well been friends with the likes of Blake, Shelley, Keats or Lord Byron. He fits well into both the romantic and the mystical poet’s clothing.
His words are a perfect bridge to the feelings he is trying to convey. He is not afraid to expose his heart and soul in his poems. Truly a gifted writer and one of immense understanding of things beyond the veil of life; it is no hyperbole to say that his work is that of a young master poet! This poet is destined for greater things than just poetry. He is on his way to self-realization!
Kevin Brian Wright's Works:
Theological Immortal Romance (An Elysian Love Story)
The Love Divine
A Lover's Passion
Kevin Brian Wright Poems
In Noble Beauty
In love is always my heart by love conquered, There my soul long renewed, Summons for her, where dreamers born,
Curse The Stars
When death has hidden her from me, Let the twinkling host of night be barren, And my heart outcries in woes to meet it,
Ye stars that burns with heavens fire, Wander the deep browed climes beneath the enamored moon And those twinkling eyes that host the tranquil night. Is the living heart that all power proceeds her love that lies within me.
A Poets Tell
My pressing hand of a poets tell, Where the sweet release of her enchanting eyes are shown. And beauty true, haunts her unvanishing glance. Which breathes like an existing star on it‘s earthen visit.
That heavenly window in which her dazzling eyes best seen, Bright like the fair sun where virtuous flowers glow. Within the records of eternity a poet’s name renown.
A Poets Tell
My pressing hand of a poets tell,
Where the sweet release of her enchanting eyes are shown.
And beauty true, haunts her unvanishing glance.
Which breathes like an existing star on it‘s earthen visit.
My inward heart of love, unconquered, fell long, so dear,
For a lovely woman who now must wing her flight.
Oh! Weep my almighty fathers, Qh! Weep your son,
Ease this tyrant monster that pains my bosom.