He drew the dirtiest things he could think of from all the experience he had forging ahead from his past, slowly giving meaning to that to what he once knew to understand him
Showing the world the growth throughout his life with every word and creating a universe unseen by the likes of man to show fools of all the days he was lead astray
The man who shapes his reality and therefore be shaped by the creation in a place with no hope trying to makes sense of the chattels for the castaways
For all those in painful solitude, those unredeemed these are words that he hope's help you'll find the peace that is within reach
Words of a wise young man who has a vision in his hands I dare to say a bringer I untold riches to the blind that walk the earth
The prophet that has been imprisoned finally set free to speak amongst the people never taking back the wisdom that he planted
His mind was open in this place; to the earth, the societies created by man; to fulfill a dream & grand skim created in this small
Black book of poems
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Black Book of Poems
PoetryA Poem of Something but Nothing making Unconscious Sense sometimes nun at all.