Wandering this earth in creative patterns and designs,
finding the beauty of life within where only this soul
can enjoy the manifestation of it all.
Dreaming totally in clouds of another dimension, playing
chords of interior rhythms set to music in compositions
that have been written.
Sololy moving far ahead of others, filling many pages
with poetry, rhythm and music, completing this being
through all of it.
Knowing that I am the end piece of death's solution,
running with and unfolding it continually in everything
written poetically and rhythmically.
Serving mankind through ideas forming and being completely
done with the grey matter of this mere poet's little mind's
brain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem