boxed?A Poem by keithyepitsezboxed ...boxed? my brush scratches canvas in bold emblazoned manners without respect for dedicated lines imposed i paint as i see from 3rd eye from angers from that you do not need know i sculpt with dulled blade it is only a tool nothing more nothing less i know the finish end my pen has no respect for the entanglements of society i dare with candor uncomfortably written the parchment is as old as the day is long i do not own these words only borrowed they are i am an artist of no respect for prescribed manners fuk the box i don't need no stinkin box to define who i am © 2022 keith |
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Added on August 21, 2022 Last Updated on November 9, 2022 Authorkeithnowhere you would want to knowAboutwho i am, what i be ... i write about that from which many shy. i am not afraid. i know the costs of living life for all it's worth. i am but complicatedly simple. i sing the words of no fear and ce.. more..Writing
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