I like to write all kinds of poems,mediforic,love,hate,and a hole lot of prison poetry from last years of he'll.I am a civel rights warrior so to say ben litigating for over six years and a hero to many.i have no kids by the way seeking relation.
I sit perched with a discipline to my master. Never biting the hand that feeds me,yet weary of those that want to eat me. Bowing my head,but only miliseconds at a time,niping at the seeds that help make me be.
I am the wonder,I'm the wish;I am that bird flaping in the wind!
When lines;those that have twisted my fate;yell's like a child screeming in tantram longing for his milk. I grab my black hicking stick and run,run towards a vent, a place, all white with fainted blue green lines lieing before my site in Aww. I jot lines,lines of those lost in my mind thro the ages; Painting an image, of hell, love, lust, fire,"with it's flames,"and all ever wished,even those never imagined. For you my most graciouse of one's with open ears, longing,ready to here and spread a story in write," I run to you one more time."
The binding of Fire and Love. Hate twisting, Life now a swirl, what's wrong or right only dictated. Future arising with only one last dwell, one question left to be answered, "how long will this last?". Uncleslam RightsReserved