Poetry, spoken word, maybe even general musings about my life or my observations about the world and beyond. I find that when I write a poem a day it's like therapy for my soul. Being a performance artist and a lone wolf, it's nice to know someone out there reads them, makes me feel acknowledged, maybe it even touches you and makes you think.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Don't Take my Leg
Inside the Tulip, the red ones is a black center with yellow shining through they open I'm, no we are not ready to lose a petal. 03/07/10
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