is so necessary an evil that one can't deny. As much as I predicate my poems with the stories of being devastated emotionally, I can not pass on full blame, for I am as much a part of the storm as the wind is to the rain.
I can simmer in sunlight
and damn it does me justice
But I need pain on a stormy night.
That kinda pain, that keeps,
Dreams from takin shape...
Yah those sleepless nights.
I invite them in,
cause their long lost friends,
and long lost friends,
are best when you reunite.
Hail poppin, rain droppin
Words like wine
How devine an orchestration,
my pain becomes.
Through simple verbs
and orgasmic rhythms...
My tempest arrives.
N.Pablito
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