So I Write

So I write... So I write... even in this world despite my meaningless less expressive self...I write. Declined in hysterical, faultlessness...I write to fulfill plentiful emptiness's. What successes will my manuscripted-selfless-self achieve? My pages written solemnly based on critical theologies, these I gotta have it technologies, burnt bridges crossed, or The Lord Jesus crucified; that which I truly believe. I write... particularly, like birds sing happily - freely, underachieved Yet pronouncing” I'm flexing my wings". As a confident wind blows it's own flow throughout bureaus of grasses. Alike Mrs. Mother Earth allowing her seasons be passive. I write... For being intrigued by what might, happen, as an eye, leads the soul, or a heart searching, abuses be buried though grasping. Across any script denoted by way, of my poetic pen tip. I write... Perhaps, one of many frivolous scripts, possess seeded enunciation's of spiritual worth as words read would be basis for a total rebirth, ...so I'll write. I have more to contribute. Written July 22nd, 2006