Monday, April 25, 2011

I came to uplift

I came to uplift like volcanic boulders that just erupted, the pauses and clauses in my speech cannot be interrupted, my vocation is personal transformation like a squawking black sparrow, into an eagle that walks tall like an arrow, and though it may fall it always gets up again, when you feel that your heart is worn, fear not, for that is when art is born, I go into my brain, feel the pain and start the storm

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