#WHERE_THE_POETS_AT Street literature on the forbiden scriptures. This i was never taught. so pardon me / or not. This for the writters busting their skull drafting the world from the corners of their eyes. This is for beginers with troubled hearts spilling their lungs out to clear what about. Poems are songs on deaf ears... A tunnel vision to blind. Rhymes and metaphors are the criteria... Evoke emotions on pages, a pen the translator. A stranger to my mind... A loner... misunderstood. My notepad... My friend. A desire to be heard... maybe words can inspire ignite the fire that burns change on earth. WHERE THE POETS AT. Where the conscious minded... critical thinkers. Book readers... Third eyed world viewers At? Ink addicts... words molesters... passionate poetry lovers... proud and alive artists AT? WHERE THE POETS AT.
Posted on: Fri, 27 Jun 2014 05:53:35 +0000