...CONCRETE JUNGLES...

My appreciation for words are increasing everyday. Listening to the beginning, the climax, and the conclusion gives my thought, voice. Almost as a clear as picture to the eye. I am loving this transition like my lucky number 7. Knowledge of self, can be a beautiful thing. Everything happens for reason, and nothing by coincidence. My tongue shall keep HIS praises flowing like fresh springs. Because I AM GRATEFUL. Healing bows from believing so hard, I won't give up. He marks his neck, "A lion among men". For the life we live speaks for itself. And when I am able to fully embrace truth, standing still. I am inspired by years of experience, I have yet to obtain. However Solomon asked for KNOWLEDGE, AND KNOWLEDGE WAS GIVEN UNTO HIM. These concrete veins that lead to these concrete hearts will no longer be a burden. But soon to be the hazel around the pupil that burns to be great. My dream is the dream, picture this.

MY HAIKU POETRY

Haiku is a form of japenese poetry.
5-7-5 (Syllabic organization)
A literal and poetic implication.

And let there be light
For it shall tell a story
One can overcome the dark.

What I can not touch,
is abstract to my realm
no such thing as love.