Imortal technique
with such style and poise you speak
when life is doing its best to keep you at your worst
ink and pallete you thirst
if it was a sin shuned by humanity
then it would be just my ink, you, my pallete and me
my soul poured out
intriquetly etched and sown
together with the tears of my eye
my mouth's tired, weary cry
the music i'll sing til I die
my quick yet agile hand
mixed with wiles of my vast mind
and more than anything
the love of my heart
more than art
more like a place i can depart
to escape the parrels of this Earth
He welcomes me with open arms
and veils me from all harm
until I am ready again to face the harsh realities of this Place I call home
whenever i need to get away
the wide planes of poetic paradise are there for me to rome