The manipulation of language is an art. We all have our own twist of the tongue.

My craft of self-expression is quite unique. As I am willing to share myself amongst the masses. Yet, I leave room for the unconscious mind to fall between the lines.

I weave riddles and rhymes. Of metaphoric relation, and indirect vibration of personal situation. One may find themselves wrapped up in words. Struggling to make sense: finding banter instead of truthful bearings. Or, one may be insightful: probing beyond the intertwining lines, bearing an open-mind to experience this expression.

Even writing more directly, for the reason of common affairs, I possess my own flare. Filtering the half-winded reader. Wound-up replies showing a misplaced perception. A mind which pin-points the simple sayings: a skimming fool.

Short-sightedness separates from pure personal connection. Most cannot see far past their own self. A saturation of the ones beyond.

Instead, know thyself apart from all else. Then seek the depth of others… The bigger picture of beings building his-story of tomorrow.