miscellaneous exaltations

I wear my heart on my sole and my soul on my sleeve. Whereas, the woolen fibers of my shirt straight split at the seams and bleed into a cipher of pen meets leaf, a scribbled dance across sheets reaped from big trees and planted in a script depicting the secrets of a little boy's dreams. Embracing the means to reflect and embody a body comprised of pad and quil pen tag, I took to scribing these walls with memoir in movement. Careful not to let the paint dribble and drip faster than the pace my brain takes to create a memory, I see...1983...green-eyed baby bodhisafta born still with breath. Sent back to pick up where last life left off, I manifest reincarnation with genes split between fundamental christian propaganda and eastern theologies. Aside from the binds breached by broken promise and lawyer plea fees, courtroom shenanigans were a breeze at three-weeks. It wasn't until years later when repressed remnince rose uninvited to the surface to remind me of the circus where moms and pops fought for fatter checks desguised as custody, that I saw how the oppertunity for fiscal elevation could lead to greed masquerading as love. In reaction to loss of trust, I took to symbol-set and therepy scribble. Little did I know that tokens from broken home would take hold of my soul and fiddle my heart's strings till it tore down the middle, leaving split personality as a little reminder of parental schizm casuality. Finding pharmy like comfort in a fine-tiped pin I, strive to project in these words that I flip just a pinch of the motivation behind this shit that I spit. Sugar sweet speech bleeds between my teeth till I sneeze and infect the depths of your head with these prophetic words bred from ben delivered in narative screams, synchopated on a soundtrack to the screen adaptation of 3rd generation pages reaped from big trees and planted in a script depicting the secrets of a little boy's dreams...I also don't know how to spell.