June twenty-seventh, sixteen hundred hours,
Swans see Wandering Prince off to sea.
Among whirly birds, sail boats, and hydrofoils.
Sun set at twenty-two:twenty two.
Just after the locks,
We shall shoot sailing straight lines,
Foot loose and fancy free.
We all know the world’s not a perfect place,
But we can do our part to make it a little better.
So, don’t touch anything and remember your smile,
The crazy Texan may never shut up.
Especially sitting next to his court Jester,
You’d better separate those two,
You don’t know what they’re up too.
About ABSTRACT KING
I'm originally from a small town in Central Texas, Lampasas. In the early stages writing was often spurred by some emotional event. What is currently on the Abstract King website is "the tip of the iceberg" so to speak. A pile of indecipherable hand written journals, thousands of photos, and hundreds of hours of video have sat collecting dust in storage over the years. Wondering about the effects fire, flood, or death would have on this massive amount of "me", drove me to create something more permanent. So, I began digitizing all the written words, editing, and sharing pieces with friends. The site is an extension of the positive feedback and intrinsic value I have received since. For the sake of creation, I put it out there for you. If you have an emotional response along the paths in my kingdom, then that's a bonus!
