Flying through my wall
Jamming up my personal space...
I got me a monkey on my back
related to my knife and fork...
Earth bound, tied to who I am!
No brush to canvas to releases the emotions...
I admit, I am deep!
The bubble gum and popcorn brigade...
Can you foretell tomorrow?
The past lives in my poems...
I was born this way!
I know wrong from right...
Don’t dismantle my dream world,
The theatre of the mind is very important...
We live our lives through different time frames.
Each pertinent, on a personal level only...
Self-expression is all I have, to navigate this...
Common sense, my north star...
Sweet music!
Jamming, floating through this ether of another...
My life is at the tipping point.
Between ethics and my personal truth lies a...
Time knows the secrets of your past.
Anthologies of your memorise...