Paradise
To relax my mind and be free.
Not to rhyme but to express and breath out.
The safest way to for my thoughts to roam.
Whether I write about empires, heartaches
Or females and lucky breaks
At first it was a way to pick up the ladies.
imagine me, a young modern black Shakespeare.
I can't play music and i can't dance.
I can't paint art with pictures but I can connect with my words.
Emotions flow through the smallest word.
Poetry and stories are my own Mount Olympus and here I am Zeus.
The king of all, however big or small all is.
A picture is worth a thousand words but poetry is priceless.
I write to escape to paradise.
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