K G

my heart screams out to be found the more i write the more fury I hold not that of violence but that of desire i long for the simplicity of a prismatic neon blue fire actions wild...words unwritten by another my thoughts incomparable to none i get lost in the trance of the midnight sun i smile as my nicknames arise many to mind.. no surprise poetry is my microphone in my words I sing, yell, demand, cry and scream most of all i confess...and sometimes I even protest sometimes I feel the pain of others reflect pain from me so in tune with my spirit I long to be set free trapped in the barricades of borrowed time furious soul within in hope's whispers..i casually roam more than anything i long to go home heart beats yet it is more like the sounds of a clock tormented by the slashes of time... tick tock knowing too much longing for the touch of something that doesn't exist in this time we DO communicate but only permitted to ... in the restrictions of rhyme caged no longer one day I will be until then call me Lil Poet, Lucky VII...or for short K.G.