The Longing

I Wrote You My Family And It Comes To The End Of My Ramblings. Sure I Will Continue To Write. I Thank You For Taking Your Time; I Hope It Interested You. The Longing Was Just My Journal. I Didnt Know Satan Put A Hit On Me And God Get It On Me To Share With The World. My Honor As A Common Man Is To Stay On Track And Write Appropriately. I Have Been Praised And Offended Others On The Subject. The Reason Im Shy About What I Have Shared Is I Was Feeling Like I Sounded Like A Broken Record But My Indian Name Is Broken Pencil. I Have When I Was Younger Written Inappropriately And Hope And Pray They Stay Lost And Burned. Im Very Ashamed Of My Potty Mouth As I Feel Words On Paper Are Greater Than Words Spoken. I Am Shy As I Look In The Mirror With My Poets Honor. My Dream As I Look To Be A Master Not To Be A Deaf Blind And Mute. We All Are As I Am In A Prison Needing To Be A God Of War To Realize The Longing Of Myself. Love Is Everywhere Even On The Shelf. I Love You And Everyone Loves Everybody Else.