With my heart orbiting around defeat and deciet I flea to my solitary retreat
that greets me with soothing soliloquies, profound prose, magical metaphors
and more times than not pertinent personifications that leave my brain climaxed
in elation & have my mind and soul in relation, fornicating making beautiful poetry out of carnal sin. And then word flow through my hands and something comes over me ruling the tools that make the keen unseen & my one pen fill reams with serene "mindscapes" that landscape time with spatial integrity. My complexity is relatively simple but if you see with the right ears and hear with the right eyes you will manifest a deeper understanding. Withstanding the pitfall that actualizes itself as life. Stress pales in comparison to ths verbal refuge, a syllable safe haven where words are immune to the ills of the world. Aplace governed by vowels occupied by consanents. A place where a lexicon is a Holy Grale and Damien's minoins could not stop nor control it nor beat cops patrol it. Imn theis grammatical Utopia... I find Euphoria.
I'm BACK BITCHES!
I thoguht you would like that...
X evan