:shades: I've been laying back a while, just chillin in the night... while my queen's been perpetrating, like she really owns this site. Now I'm surfacing to show her, how to write and let it flow... reaching back to write ten thousand years, or deep within I'll go. What is poetry to me, but another spoken word... lacing nouns pronouns and adjectives, or deep and flowing verbs. I write to vent sometimes to teach, in my world I sit alone, but every now and then I come to sit upon my throne. Sometimes it's just to let her know it's her who wears the gown... but I was born a regal King, and I'm back to claim my crown. I let her run my Kingdom, till it's time for my return... to write her deep expressions, from her heart I know they burn. To reach within and reach without with words she does express, those inner feelings bound and gagged that she once kept repressed. So let me clear the air once more, cause writings just my thing, my throne is mine and mine alone, and that is why I'm King.