to whom it may concern
the silhouette that i have seen, when the soft sun rays did and do gleam, did and do beam, casted a shadow, of the humanly artistic glow, laced my mind with the things i did and do know, like a blanket of fresh snow, every flake different, like visions of our indifferent future cures, but what we tend to miss is one thing for sures, that we are all one kinds, so i still believe in my one minds, and as the time ticks and new things and movements starts to make us sicks, in the belly of the aches and pains, the soft sun rays turns to flames, as the shadows silhouette comes with tricks and games, asking whose free imaginations can guide them to fames, for our only reason to seek is to filter out the sames, an artist addiction that i try to tames, but i' ll always remember our structure of being humanes and to never give in, without a righteous grin, so i'll stake my heart and time, only to allow the enhancement of my artist mind, as the lone bone of the unknown has chosen to grown and rip through my mind flesh, eternal sleep,
shall not be my answer,
shall not be the answer to the test,
shall not be the cure to my minds understandment,
of being,
artfully blessed...
jon gomez 2005