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Darkroom Of My Mind

The world's gone mad but my mind is made up.

Time to let ya'll into the darkroom of my mind,

A place where I'm the referee of a poetic world cup.

This is where I am creative even though I'm blind

Don't get me wrong I am not leaving from town.

No more radio or TV saturated with all the sad news,

I have got enough breaking news of my very own...

Breaking to me each and every moment as it brews.

Come and meet the hard drive of my creative doom,

That contains my beautiful and liberated mind.

Welcome to my one bright side I call my darkroom,

It's a place that's so special, I reckon it's one of a kind.

 

You have to know that I always act blind but I see.

In my mind, I can walk stack naked and levitate.

My mind is where I remain totally black and free.

Come join me set my poetic dial and help me activate,

The code that will outshine any power on this earth.

My mind is where I live and where nobody has access,

Here I can run a poetic marathon without taking a breath,

Call it my playground and intellectual fortress.

 

My mind is deep, a place of absolute calm and refuge,

Somewhere I will always see as the final frontier.

It is dangerous and toxic like a nuclear centrifuge.

In there, I am all alert and vigilant like a soldier.

My mind is a darkroom where I give birth to new ideas.

It is a vessel and place in which I do magic with letters.

It is my holy land of thoughts, my own creative Judea,

Where each idea is sacred and light as bird feathers.

 

Welcome to the epicenter of my creative mind.

This is where I turn letters into spoken words

A front line of creativity where no one leaves behind.

Come and see where all words become useful swords.

My mind produces powerful words like some light beams...

Courageous and powerful words for extra motivation.

Spoken Words that will light up people's faded dreams.

Now you know that up in my mind are no limitation,

There exists an enormous capacity of time and space.

Welcome one, welcome all to the darkroom of my mind

Take a seat and be calm, be quiet this is my place

For this here is my personal creative post of command.

 

 

 

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50 / M / Norway
Published
Jan 7, 2018
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My mind is the final frontier..the bright side I call my darkroom where I process loose letters into spoken words.

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