The Wandering Prince splits crests like head aches.
While wind blows tops off waves like trading cards.
Along like an avalanche we fall and crawl back up again.
Explosions like clouds swirl our brows.
Indecisive and confused like a mistral.
We turn around. We do not turn back.
Stayed off the next longitude to keep the rule.
Back in France, no time to dance.
Walking through tornadoes and crashing pine cones,
I journey to St Raphael to ride the rails that pass up my sail
To Barcelona, on back to Papa, Dada, and Momma.
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!
