Call Me Crazy

welcome to the jungle…
the mind of a maniac, but more so the mind of an eccentric artist
walking around looking for a purpose
emptiness with my pen and pad, writing
experiences, situations, and interactions control the essence of Essence Franklin
driven under the belief that I will see my maker
we’ve lost touch since I was born
don’t remember what he looks like, don’t remember touching his face
waiting on the day when he will approach me and talk to me,
that very day, I might think back on this day, thinking about that day

randomness…
I’m always in outer space whenever I’m pondering on my curiosity
don’t ever have to smoke any Mary Jane to get to where I’m at
no need for getting high, for I wake up high on the day
the day where I can spill out my creative juices on the platform
for people to pick up my shattered soul and read it, enjoy it

rubbing in my hair, it’s short as ever
still reflecting on the “newness” in my life through a simple hair cut
I feel closer to God.
feeling in the mood to worship, I’m growing more closer to God
growing more in love with him, too
spiritual-being evolving through her spiritual maker

I hear voices in my head, telling me to embrace my inner being
no, Essence Franklin isn’t my alter-ego; I don’t believe in those
sounds quite demonic to me, for I’m not into the skull and bones
with the cross wrapped around my neck, I breathe
the poet side of me in making love again with the ink and paper,
can’t make it stop….it feels too good
call me crazy but, I think a lot
sometimes by things that don’t seem to matter, but do…

Call Me Crazy

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