Inspiration

A messenger

A lover
An angel undercover

A man without a mask

Willing to rhymeFighting the time

To the goal

For the gold?

Or for the fame?

Maybe his life is to blame.

Here is a journal for your thoughts close your eyes into your mind let the words roll off your pen.

Unload the burden in your head.

I hope all your dreams come true, your heart deserves it.

….. Priscilla 2010 Crescent Clinic

Donovan is really kind, he’s great with rhymes, but he forgets my name sometimes, but its okay I don’t mind – its Priscilla.

The words above were written by a special girl with a heart filled with love.

I have spoken of Priscilla before, a girl I believed was sent as an angel to me.

She is the one that opened my eyes to what has now become a passion..

I know my writing doesn’t always cause satisfaction, I know behind every sentence there is always a different reaction these words are for you to relate, but these words also keep me out of a psychotic state, at first it was about the fame, but now that truly is not what its about, my spirit will forever live on through these words here on earth alive ill remain..

In a moment of pain, these words can prevent someone else from going insane..

Remember u have a choice , u can choose to read, or u can decide that my emotions are not what u truly need, these words one day someone will retrieve, it can open their eyes an help them believe, maybe receive just what they truly need.

I have entered a different reality.. I do believe that Christ helped me find my sanity.

I no longer take medication.

I am more sane than ever, my life is finally coming together.  

In my life I am at a better place than ever

Priscilla, my family, and a love for a girl was my inspiration.

Let me explain, I was mentally insane, I was a drug user, a narcotic abuser.

Narcotics causing me to enter a psychosis, to me it felt more like a demonic hypnosis..

I would see visions of what I believed that time to be a demon.

A black smoked shadow, fire for eyes , infecting my mind with all kinds of lies..

I remember those eyes.

It got bad, I started seen the demons in forms of people, there faces would re –arrange, their teeth long an sharp, the words id hear them utter would be strange.

You see today I express this all, I cant hide who I am today, nor who I was yesterday..

I just thank god that today im okay.

Priscilla I speak under correction was maybe from another country I never have seen her again, but her words on paper, lets me know that she wasn’t one of my delusional minds creator.

She was so kind, so beautiful, her heart so soft an truthful..

We will probably never meet again, but forever an always ill thank the lord for her again and again.

Then there was a girl I loved, if I speak truthfully the only girl iv truly loved.

This girl was my main inspiration, I blamed myself, my mind and my drug abuse for us coming to a end, today I don’t even have the honour of been her friend.

I promised myself that for her id come back stronger, come back the guy she loved with all her heart, unfortunately once I had done all I could, life had torn us to far apart, or maybe the truth is I just do not belong in her heart, yet iv always kept a special place in mine for her.

I seek no pity, do not mistake my words for that of self pity.

I understand that maybe her and I just weren’t meant to be, I just wish that I got one chance to let her again get to know the real me.

I can’t be sad its over, I need to be happy it happened.

I pray for her happiness, safety, I pray that she finds the real her, an where she is meant to be.

I have accepted that’s not with me, but I wont let that stop me from setting my feelings free.

So of all my inspiration what I still have and still know is my family.

My family has always been there for me, without them today I have no idea where id be.

I don’t think id be alive, they truly helped me survive.

So roughly without much depth that’s my story, thank you for reading these words , my words, my rhyme. Thank you for your time

Ps I was born in 1989