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GOD OF DEBAUCHERY / Blog

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i have stumbled upon

I have stumbled upon the secrets to artistic freedom.What separates those born to and those who choose to muse?An innate desire to write,a need to express oneself in the language of poets.To speak it fluently,to live it,to breath it.I speak the poetic language I wished to uncover in my youth. The rhythm rising and falling,words rolling along eloquently connecting verse to verse,stanza to chorus painting a sobering portrait of a young poet back from the brink of insanity.To stand ennobled amongst his fellow poets.The rhythm of rhyme. prose,yet so lyrical.A poetry to call all my own.I compose words.Writing is cathartic.For me an exorcism.Expelling rancor-inducing feeling.Agoraphobic demons,pent-up frustrations,any negative harboring. Let go .Give in. It flows.My pen.It moves as if I am possessed.My hand moves,but my mind is still,eyes agape,yet not awake.A frenzy descends.Breathing slows.I am enthralled as poetry flows.Forth.Deluged in epiphanies,drowning in genius.I have barely the time to jot down the stream of words