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Ghost Writer
''passion burns within
fire flows from veins to pen
it's my form of zen''
i push pen with passion and purpose
puncturing paper until i burn through wormholes
hidden in plain/plane sight
the best damn disappearing act ever i swear
i'm now of the dearly departed
a ghost playin host to a wild assortment of vibes
no longer of the lost and found
i found what i lost..i exhaust all options
traveling while sitting still...channeling the will
thru a scribble...scribble...stab...stab
...eye dip..dip...dab the quill...
then spill and splash over and over
what a fuckin thrill
all thought bubbles are caught in my cerebral web
touchable..tangible...everything i sought
goes straight from ebb to flow
i drill like a poetic construction worker
until i unearth all my anthropological scrolls
rolling down the mountainside
free form..free from the fuckin norm
then back up against my custom made trail
a drum beaten path deep in the woodlands of my soul
the zenith now memory etched in braille
...i scale all the scales...inhale pure inspiration...
impale parchment at my pleasure
my leisure..luxuriating in poetically induced seizures
branded by an abusive muse
hellbent on chasing heaven sent sentiments
i can't stop...won't stop
pushin this pen with passion and purpose
cuz with my pen as my confidant
um confident my infinite surplus of ink will always
keep me operating in the black
fire flows from veins to pen
it's my form of zen''
i push pen with passion and purpose
puncturing paper until i burn through wormholes
hidden in plain/plane sight
the best damn disappearing act ever i swear
i'm now of the dearly departed
a ghost playin host to a wild assortment of vibes
no longer of the lost and found
i found what i lost..i exhaust all options
traveling while sitting still...channeling the will
thru a scribble...scribble...stab...stab
...eye dip..dip...dab the quill...
then spill and splash over and over
what a fuckin thrill
all thought bubbles are caught in my cerebral web
touchable..tangible...everything i sought
goes straight from ebb to flow
i drill like a poetic construction worker
until i unearth all my anthropological scrolls
rolling down the mountainside
free form..free from the fuckin norm
then back up against my custom made trail
a drum beaten path deep in the woodlands of my soul
the zenith now memory etched in braille
...i scale all the scales...inhale pure inspiration...
impale parchment at my pleasure
my leisure..luxuriating in poetically induced seizures
branded by an abusive muse
hellbent on chasing heaven sent sentiments
i can't stop...won't stop
pushin this pen with passion and purpose
cuz with my pen as my confidant
um confident my infinite surplus of ink will always
keep me operating in the black
Published 22nd Feb 2023
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22nd Feb 2023 7:45pm
hello dearest Soul Soldier you write with pure passion
burning those pages as you go moving my soul deeply ❤️
burning those pages as you go moving my soul deeply ❤️
22nd Feb 2023 8:46pm
Dude read it once then again after showing it to a friend. You pieces are always that next level that we should all strive for. This is that next level like no hostages taken poetry, tight work
23rd Feb 2023 1:57am
Damn good. I need to access some of that passion and motivation, my ink well has been dry...
❤️k
❤️k
