I a man behind my time and my odyssey compel me to write words soothing to a heart. A task I have taken, upon myself to emancipate from pain and grief to appreciate words in my own way to bring forth joy and closure. My power of imagination stands out best, through my ink I am able to demystify the world with words. I surprise myself with my mind wrapped around issues of love trapped in the backward days when profane could not escape the lips of men through rap and not sound like crap. My mind is too fickle to commit into memoir what to recite once written.
The eyes of love sees not to be seen
Prays not to be flaunted by a teen
Strays not for an unfaithful reason
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Tempting it is, yet a wishful thought
To vie your compassion with passion
The thought comes forth at each worth
Timely, if thy kind touch may free my mind
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By touch her petals fell
When asked there was none to tell
She sang by the well
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I sing of a maiden,
Beneath the hold of glass
Grace adorned precious,
In traces with cherries,
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