I sit down on horizon’s…
Rocking the slaves all friends.
I dropped down on the steps so low you wondered how far I fell when you lost sight…
Still falling I yelled…
You wonder…did you hear?
Lost sight of all….
Black pen lines trace solid no skips you see it leads.
Where do I go?
You all follow the small ball bearing it leads, you have gone so far,
So lost.
You don’t know my name.
What’s your’s?
Don’t you know?
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!
