Rowdy Solomon
Bio
Just a poet trying to make it.
Stories (1/0)
Illustrious
My mind is a tinted incubator. It hatches different pigments of embryos divinely planted into it over a period of time. These embryos are ideas, topics, and experiences that were fed, nurtured and given life through my brilliant thoughts. These thoughts become words, carefully constructed and crafted with each syllable having a heartbeat of its own. I speak these words, and they grow arms and legs to position themselves in a precise formation on the piece of paper I stare at with each breath I take forming a new word… forming a new life… a new beginning…. The irises of my eyes project these words across horizons too far for the “human eye” to take notice of. Genres and styles flow through my veins and filter through my rogued heart for approval and editing. For these graphic reasons I have to keep an open mind… an open heart…. Moods for these compositions are set and can be changed instantly by a simple word or phrase. So, I must watch what I think, say, and write. These words lives could be someone’s death if I use them the wrong way. This gift… this power…. is not one taken lightly. It must be mastered and re-mastered with every “new beginning”…
By Rowdy Solomon3 years ago in Earth