The Deity of Infinite Legends
The illumination of Words,
From within my Mental Plunder,
Being manifested by the Fates,
On Page Turning thunder.
Every thought recorded,
Beneath the sands of Time,
Of my Imagination,
In a Visual, Echoic rhyme.
Reconstructions of universal Truth,
With a fun Supernatural flow,
Shall Harbor my messages,
Through a personalized mental Show.
A Creator of Universes galore,
I become My Own God,
Creatures and psychics are Different,
But people are realistically Flawed.
The power to amaze,
Waiting to Escape through my hand,
Onto the pages and into Life,
The forces of Creativity at my Command.
To have a Big Bang, stuck, crashing and scratching at my Soul,
Makes me feel confined, constricted, and like I lack personal Control.
This creates a Pain, of Constipated thoughts,
Making me want to let it all Out, and Mysteriously Connect all the Dots.
A storyline or poetic Crescendo, is nothing without my Will,
To express all that needs to be stated, in a near Atomic Blast, or Radiation Spill.
I want it to Never stop,
Once it gets on going,
And on the Parchments Write,
As my Endless Dreams start Flowing.
Just one wish for the Future,
Along with my Emanate job,
Is to be able to Express Myself,
Making minds pleasantly Throb.
My dream worlds have Euphoria,
But are also filled with Fear and Strife,
To keep them Locked in Forever,
Would be like to my Heart, taking a Knife.
I want to be a writer,
The Deity of Infinite Legends,
Putting words together so beautifully,
They even Rival the Heavens.
Whether its poems, novels, or series,
With my artwork Plastered on Top,
Being a writer and an artist,
Is a Passion and Dream of mine I never want to Stop.
Just one job to Change my life, requires but Time and an Opportunity,
To bring together all my ideas and thoughts, into a published collaborated Unity.
Being free, with uttermost Hope to create whatever I please,
Will give me more happiness than being in an Industrialized World of Working Bees.
The Serendipity of representing myself will hopefully bring others Pleasure,
For in the end, a positive Utilitarian result is more valuable than all the Fame or Money I can Treasure.
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