To the poet's mind, the world is a pad of paper, their mind is the pen that speaks all. Liquid ink fit into a melody of words, phrases, sentences, paragraphs. The world is their inspiration, a piece of paper, is to merely hold it in place, to never be forgotten, but eventually be spread through the eyes of others and see their world from the poets point of view. As an artists world is a canvas, a poets world is a piece of paper.

One day Im just gonna get off the tour bus, and run into the woods and never come back. and when I come back, and when i come back, I'll be the ninth master-- The Rev--------------------- >