Standing in the glory
of my destiny
sitting thinking feeling writing
feeling freedom as the fingers dance
feeling the divine connection
with each word creating a magic
inspiration feeling it into my soul
in the land of the poet i travel
pure and true my hearts desire
nothing more nothing else just being
standing in the glory
of my destiny
Feeling fuck up and angry almost taste blood i am that angry after all the work i do it still comes up i can
Am i a ass -am i a twat -maybe useless dick i tend to think i am a useless dick -just hanging out everyone
I close my eyes feelings and images colours kaleidoscopic barrage multiples all hitting at rapid pace mind and emotions cluster fucking lost for words