Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

What you call poetry, I call freedom from internal bondage.
Whether extravert or introvert the ability to splay your most intimate emotions is a gift a lingual display with no right or wrong way.
We are the Davinci's of this century, the creators of artistic freedom, bonafide interpreters of bottom feeders and egotistical soul eaters.
We are the psychologists and street corner psychiatrists, whether self medicated or over sedated.
We are masters of Webster's registered winning words, responsible to create strings of legible sentences that make you feel good.
Eccentricity or insanity? Does it really matter?