i write my heart out on a scrap of paper
this pen holding me down like a sinking anchor
shooting my poetry like a illusion fill archer, ardor
my mind filled with sudden rhyming,arresting
filling with word testing
i know my words but i can not find ways to say them
using my skillful mind as a healing aspirin
i feel like a writing assassin, taking with me my writing asset
access to my heart,mind ,and soul
letting it all build up till i start to boil,uncoil
unfold, right before my own eyes
coming out from deep with in secrets and lies,
writing uncontrollably my true self begins to untie
a true talent i held back behind,blind
to me and to all who can see
seeing me unleash see me become free
becoming older no longer searching for the key,giving my gift
as if it was charity,my portal to clarity,escape from reality
my life my eternity...
running wild is my imagination,intoxication,writing more and
more to fill my collection...fewering my selection
silently the senses abandon their defenses and feels the pens
absences as it intenses
fill the paper with rhymes artwork
setting it off like relightened fireworks
my eyes set out seem very wonderous,ponderous
full of phosphorus
unbelievable that a mind can think soo much
gliding the pen feeling the touch,world disapearing around
me untouched,unsuch
feeling rhymeing anxiety,society not understanding my
oppritunity to my creativity ability
see me as you see me,but an artist to the mind who wishes to see
in actuality,your full of infidelity you gotta believe
expand your artistic horizon, fill your eyes with vision
expand your mind and fill with word fission,effusion,
confusion may occur unexpectedly
open your masculine heart effeminately
because the gift you recieve is full, efficaciously!
and let my art appear to you effectively.........

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