watch the energy flow, from my head to my toe,
my eyes in the nightskys twinkle like so,
discuised as stars,for a chosen few they hold a show,

brush marcks scar my mind,when im under the feeling of being confined,
but i dont mind,i'll bloody sit and paint the confined,and in time i'll find,
i could paint my own f'ing portrait even if i were blind,
jotting down future love, my pen reaches the heavens and above,
at times feeling like all my good luck's through,
in my life,
displayed,naked,bare to those i lovingly nkew,
didnt offer i seeked the immediate two,
layed on the table a few valuble pionts of view,
part angel she's one of the many people whose helped me through,

i pause for what seems like hours,ends up being a moment,
searching for yet another component,
ive seen ghosts,
dancing in the trail of my weed smoke,
displaying to me what they think i need most,

as like you ive banged my head against the very same concrete wall like trying to install new world order,
on the most deadliest of a third world border,
juliet was there,but he never saw her,

i don't feel my moods,i let them bleed onto the canvas,
in today's stance,i paint yesterdays status,
infinite,till my body reverts back to the shape of a fetus..