How bizarre am I to think that human instinct would be muddled down to pure survival…. It’s as if I’ve spent my life ripping and running through ages.
Those dark times have now turned to light.
Creeping every so softly into span’s of success and accomplishments.
Sipping the sweet simplistic beverage of knowledge, trust and truth.
Investigating in close quarters of self reflection…
The distinctions between myself and others is heart and compassion… I bind myself to individuals that require my verbal stimulation and pocketed rhythms… They share the fractions of words in which I scribe, analyzing them, depicting them, overlapping them in to there own lives. Using the fruits given to nurture their inquisitive minds.
Therefore, I cast my feelings on to pad with pen… Invoking and opening minds…
Expanding the thought process, challenging common man to dream of life as more than survival tactics… Better yet, daring the world to see life as an abundance of the unexpected… So when you see me… See me as the consciousness that yearns to breathe within you. See me as one heart connect to another. See this note as a poets ramble… Just trying to get a word in above the everyday tactical force of survival.
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