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Self Creation Through Verbal and Scripted Expression. Saturday, February 7, 2015. A long pause and a sigh, for memories of misery, a crusade of calamity that moments have given me. Now I write as a composer retracing his history through dancing piano keys rendering symphonies.
Bong Bong Water Hitz! August 31, 2014. Nu Nine shine mind dropped liquid divine . Reflections on a time once passed . Fused like Lemon in Ice tea. Smile , Key of life driven in songs. I got a story to tell. The Sounds of the Animals fighting, barking in the mists of night.
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Home Is A Diving Board. Trapped between the sound of splashing and touching water. Wearing fanfares to allay fear. Fostering first finishes from ticks glimmering. Stand within ear shot of the gun to know your target. Is clapping the fruit of the harvest? Drown, and become a compass from a floating carcass. Another one who did the math only to make up the numbers. Saddled with sackcloth, shame and numbness. Struggling to strum the melody of the barking.