“I Don’t need Inspiration, as perspiration is my life”
You capture the journey of light in full flight
What a mighty fighter of doomed darkness, you do not wallow in the mire of blind perceptions,
Because you know that a broken mirror does not equate broken images
Because you fed the prism of Arts Conscious.
Through you, I fulfil my five senses
The texture of your surfaces have broaden the perception of my palms
And my fingers ooze the piano in me.
the red of my wine eliminated the optic songs
That come along with a simmering sunset and as I smell that aroma yes that aroma
My olfactory sense can now capture that smell that adorns my humanscapes after the rain
and the tongue is now a pallet for connoisseurs and elevation of tongue consciousness
The pitch of your timbre made me appreciate my internal keys
Think I am in Tune
Through a labyrinth of sanity a channel for the elevated
Those who can dare read the palms of timelessness true magicians of the soul
Who create create creaters full of pure vision beyond the Mambo-Jumbo of contemporary eye
What a temporary con throttled by wisdom vision, seasoned by committed and over stand mantic blues played by trolleys mystic.