I let my blood be replaced by Ink, so that when I pour it out onto pages... Nobody can denny its my heart and soul.
Its incredible, how I simply get swallow by the rhythm of my ugly handwriting.
I let my pen do a pantsula dance in between margins.
Through my poetry, I care to donate blood.
No specific group, or type... I just type, and touch(touch and type) souls of the broken spirited.
Awaken wilted, roses.
A moses, stepping in dimensional portals, parting outterspace darkness with my light.
Putting, together past and future to gain a strong presence of NOW!
Now... Lets get back to reality.