My, new edition to my lyrical masterfold is pretrudiing from its sprial bounds
where my thoughts...emotions...transgressions...
my heartfelt essense
mypower of meekness...
my complex sophications of my free orantation
my pessimistic veiws on an optomistic level
my feelings...and my preseptions of life
my impressions on love
my tender/compassionate inklings of men
my painful yet painless sensations experienced when i am stirred into sympanthy anger love fear and hate
my sentiment that creates a mixture of thoughts and feelings passing down into my hand through my pen and on to my new edition...
my words, displayed ferociously, ravenous, and vicious to the eyes that read them yet...
mild, meek, tame, calm, serene....even placid to the lips that utter them
because my new edition will know you senseless...

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this is an ode to my diary my spoken words that heal my soul...
my detacation to the friendship i have made with a piece of paper
Gen~Ethic Soul

very tyte scribe i'm feelin it in my bones

i like the vibes from this
nice write indeed...Angel

thanks much love to ya

glad ya feelin me

genethic soul

When we let the emotions spill onto paper, what a flow we have, as is this one. Liked the vibe.

yes i feel that... its like writin connect all of our hearts like a chain and wee feed off of the vibes otheres give us putting us in a mood or out of one...

much truth
Gen~Ethic Soul