It’s too loud, it’s too loud…to loud…
Just because you feel the sound
Doesn’t mean you hear what’s coming out of my mouth.
Can you only try to understand until a graduation
Maybe you should try a different form, mode, medium of communication.
I pound and pound and pound, but still you look around.
I’m right in your face, only if you took a deep breath…
You could taste me standing before you on my own two feet….
Black and folded, but still eyes a gleam,
You’ve felt me flowing through you like a stream.
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!
