WHEN MY SPIRIT DANCES WITHIN MY LINES

I’ve been using writing as prophetical amusement 15 years ago, that got me to have infinite wonderings & questionings bringing me to healing processes

Observing the audience as they lick the drips of the consequences of their lips,

Rock & roll in my soul, « Beethoven in my flesh, can u taste this sound? »

Can u feel the rounds of sleepness nights I sacrifice to counter up lines that can make ur spirit rise like Ouija board, verbal sources that can make u like a demon shake,

I m an earth sign, intending to make it feel like an earthquake,

So I have to keep it real

I heal through those writings, like a phoenix with 13 ghosts in me

Does ur passion derives from ashes which puts the kneel soul in me,

Of course I’ve got to go, I’ve got gold to weed, of children that don't have the time, to analyze their own dreams when they wake up

So I want to take a fountain of truth & poor it into the juice that are fountains for u to drink,

Just for them to not have the word « life » as a hard pill for them to swallow

I want my writing to help the pessimist not worry about tomorrow when there is so much beauty in today, despite the beast at bay,

Allow me to create fairytale that will keep u all safe

Allow me to play it a bit rocky & put creeds in a cage, to help destroy these empty voids

Allow me to turn Pinocchios into real boys. Real men

Bring me ur limits, if u conserve ur minds on a dinner plate, would u bring me ur restrictions?

For in return, I ll create a pic-nic on the top of the hugest hill, where we can sit on the sand by the oceans (see this doesn’t make rational sense, yet I live in dreams)

Frankly I m hoping this cause has some effect cause u were witnessing a butterfly effect in motion for all those years

This isn't a hobby

Not when I’m daydreaming of prejudice & dead bodies, not when somewhere in the world, a little girl is dying for trying to speak her mind on any quality

I intend on balancing those skills of justice like a libra’s prodigy

A FANATIC OF FREEDOM

I want the hood to feel like kingdom

I want candles, music, piano, compassion, understanding and peace

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