• Thoughts flow like a river
    onto parchment
    as ink becomes etched in stone

    As a library of poetry
    starts to build up
    I ponder about my sins
    and everything created here

    Tsunami of images
    flood your mind
    as raw emotion
    pulses through veins

    An overload of shock
    and bitter truth revealed
    as abstract messages
    come to life

    Sanctification over the years
    building my library of
    Aesthetic Sins