Photos

I don't post photos of what I write

but know I know what I talk about,

for what is a writer's thought when

you can't even begin to take the snapshots he has in his mind.

Going faster than bullet trains of our modern world

his mind thinks of the galaxies and universes that surround his 

pen and paper. 

No image as you say but you know my image is beautifully 

embedded in this piece of work I give you. 

There is no shame, but there is aim.

I can tell you why but I can just give you a thousand reasons why not.

I am the artist of my work because this is my extension, 

of what I believe and think of.

The best part about it, my mind comprises of old thoughts, 

old souls and old stars of a generation you never heard of.

They are the enlightened, the contingency and the prophet of 

the spoken world which we live in.

I don't have an image for you but what I write to you is far beyond any 

of your imagination because no image is ready for your soul to 

conceive. 

Images are just another extension but writing is the real art of a writer.

For he perceives what he has has received and what he gives

he believes in the idea that you will pass it on to the next person.

For the image is only good for the painter, the sculptor or the designer

while the words we write, scribble or even type they are the lasting

effect of what our mind can even conjure in the latest of hours.

A picture is worth a thousand words but those three words has 

dimensional extensions where you can't even begin to construct 

a concretely constitutional and conventional conclave where contentions

of the conception will be constantly challenged by the so-called

conformists. 

So let's tone it down by the picture frame and break it up into 

words of consistency where your heart as the writer is here with me.