Through My eyes And In My Heart

I began writing as a child around 11 years old; I like many children am the result of a divorced family. I wrote as a form of power. It was something I could do when ever and however I wanted to. As long as I kept my writing to myself,I enjoyed the freedom it brought me without judgment, if it was right, wrong or rude, it simply was not an issue, Writing was 100 % mine !

Introduction ...

On the fifth day of the month under the sign of Pisces,I opened my eyes, nerve endings stimulated, making Connection after connection,fingers wiggle before my blurry eyes, focusing slow the world before me, it comes to life. Faces smile in disbelief and tears of joy drip Onto my forehead. They gazed at me, as I do all the Great masters works of art. For on this day, their first child was born.

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Just checking out how everything works .

CROSSROADS

The fog had lifted and the sun rose bold My first theory was thought and understood.

BY MY HANDS

With each haul that I take I critique my own work As I ponder my colors or choice of words In my hand another cigarette burns!