Lifelong Comrade

My lifelong dream comes true as the words pour out onto the lifeless sheet. Stories of disengaged minds, hate, love, and freedom from above are created. A humble life is much better with the pen and the words are less deflated. This is never time deflated. For the mental stress is now regulated. Forgotten dreams are reality again, as the mighty pen elopes the crumpled paper then keeps me from being sedated. I can never put it down because all meditative thoughts alienate me to speak my unregulated mind. This is my love my engaged find. The past is always now set to let me rewind. The facts are flowed and the stories are told as the words are intertwined. Deja vu traps many fresh seen presents that becomes hot on the scene. A message is spoke and in time the words will evoke. A long lasting crime can never satisfy my everlasting cry for more rhyme. Every word spoken or heard becomes a flash into a story oriented write of insight for the sublime. This is no longer part time. For the minds waist is put into challenging scheme and the fun of it all is it is such a strange, fantasy driven, yet remarkable live in new age legal crime. Poetry soup has now open a once chained up door, and soon as I am a choice comrade I will get to free open up more