The Rockstar Life of a Poet Synopsis

The rock star life of Poet Synopsis. Liquid-caps, wiretaps, relapse, mentally insane. Mother would say “there is no pain it is only in your brain, if you control your thoughts your writing won’t seem so insane”. I reply “When I am high whether it be; I regain control of my soul.” I do not indulge with people, who do not share my views. I connect to those better who love to act a fool, provide as a listening tool, the sad, lonely, and the confused. Everything will be crystallized and you can be sure as you believe that you are wise, You will see a WZRD on Adderall, Who bleeds from his crown. As he falls down to the party that’s underground… In the lonely moments of being on stage or having my feet touching the ground, the mouth opens wide and I shut-down… Shocked from the eyes of the crowd escapes into my stream, they light up with different colors, different energies. I slip into an unconscious dream. Where I am supreme and there are relievers of every kind. In the moments that a needle is touching the skin I don’t think it is heroin I am inhaling… For the moments of possibilities it could be nine or ten, or maybe it could be Meth, I won’t know for this chlorine has gotten into my eyes and now everything is looking like a dry dream.