I want to write a poem and show you something deep. That’s why I’m on this site as big as the ocean. I’m only one person, like you are treasure, something precious, something really unique. I wonder what to share, wonder what to keep? Secrets are simple, so is God. I wonder what you think.
Do you blame it on an equilibrium or anything higher than yourself or are you really strong; desire, love and affection, but don’t need nobody else? I’ve been this way since a prodigy. Becoming strong like an ant. Raised in group homes by the colonies or Cps homes fostering. Regardless, I’m not trying to show you darkness or pain that you feel I may be harboring. I’m trying to set sail, finding freedom in the lesson that I’m only in prison, not Hell. Patiently sitting in my cell. Waiting for angels, anxious to meet you. Heaven today is now mail. One with this. Buddha, Nirvana, Peace, Breath, Inhale, Awareness, Consciousness, without fail.
I know I don’t have all capabilities as if I was Superman but girl you think I give a damn, as long as I offer you stability with at least one of my abilities, then you can somehow identify me for the man you think I am. If I accomplish my goals by fulfilling my plans my purpose is clear to get your attention by a few words of my pen.