I catch myself quoting poetry to be written and I do I wonder, am I that crazy are my religious endeavors all in vain will I have Romans banging on my back door
I know art is my fix I have nearly done them all just not keen on pottery or chipping at marble with tools
I am more of a cerebral man made of music and rhythm I write for the love for it so not just for isms
Oh come my gentile folk I don't do it for a dime some of my babies will one day be sublimed