VACANT PHOTO FRAME

I look into an empty photo frame

wondering about artistry an fame

black outs and psychosis diagnosis

diseases , segregations , pictures and symbiosis,

space framed , displayed on my dilabitating walls of pain

hazardors signs powered on by health so frail

the youth i capture flamboyantly dancing in the rain

so late i missed the fancy train of thought from spain

everything around me is hidden from this camera lenses

what i want , how i want , when i want comes to be

power of creation from the same life force that became to be

endless pictures juxtaposing into space of a vacant square

I am who has been and returned back to be the Heir

powers i contend with , i am Samson with his long Hair.