Spoken Word; An Intro to Society
Chance has brought me here and circumstance has allowed my existence. I continue on life's path of evolution, changing with every experience. My passions flood through me like rivers, consuming every aspect of my mind and body. When I look through the lens of my camera, the moment stills and I see the world with a different melody. Emotion is my influence and she is my muse. My words speak through me; from a place of infinite hues. My portrait is defined not by my physical features, but by my metaphysical approach. My body is my canvas and the world is my innovative. My meaning is realized through eyes that see in between the lines. My thick skin holds scars of another time, of another place. They tell the story of how I was brought to face the evolution of my nature, influenced by my rapture. My words slur as I spin lines and circles around these ears, waiting for my distinction to appear, to become clear. My young years fool public eyes; they disguise my reality and portray false insufficiency. My wings spread vast and my cultivation proves my stubborn patterns of necessity; my lapses in judgement are my personal discoveries. I create my own path and walk the hall of ingenuity. Do not mistake my independence for inactivity. Privy to my own, I conquer battles of self aware prophesies. Ignite the flame that burns within the beast internally.
Chance has brought me here and circumstance has allowed my existence. I continue on life's path of evolution, changing with every experience. My passions flood through me like rivers, consuming every aspect of my mind and body. When I look through the lens of my camera, the moment stills and I see the world with a different melody. Emotion is my influence and she is my muse. My words speak through me; from a place of infinite hues. My portrait is defined not by my physical features, but by my metaphysical approach. My body is my canvas and the world is my innovative. My meaning is realized through eyes that see in between the lines. My thick skin holds scars of another time, of another place. They tell the story of how I was brought to face the evolution of my nature, influenced by my rapture. My words slur as I spin lines and circles around these ears, waiting for my distinction to appear, to become clear. My young years fool public eyes; they disguise my reality and portray false insufficiency. My wings spread vast and my cultivation proves my stubborn patterns of necessity; my lapses in judgement are my personal discoveries. I create my own path and walk the hall of ingenuity. Do not mistake my independence for inactivity. Privy to my own, I conquer battles of self aware prophesies. Ignite the flame that burns within the beast internally.
maiwan:
thanks for capturing my smile