Raw Emotion

This is my craft. My only destiny who has the best in me. This is my path. That I choose To wake up and go to sleep with it I love it especially. I’m driven to be the best damn poet using beautiful poetry. Whoever roll with me better roll til the wheels fall off or they can get the ejector seat. I don’t care about any other poet whose bad do they have a window seat? To me poetry is a person and “I want your body next to me”. Nah I’m thinking it’s a spirit, the healer, don’t cha know it can stand tall 20 feet? I love this disease every time I use it, it bumps me up a little, leprosy. I love it, it doesn’t love me but it’s teaches me how to make words lovely see the discrepancy?  This electrical reacurrence fucks with the mind a conscience brother epilepsy. But it keeps me in relaxing surroundings so my tendency to fall asleep is more than narcolepsy.