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Poetic powers flow fluidly when I speak. Sweet. Like a Blackberry molasses waterfall at the lip of a stream. Unapologetic, like licorice kisses receive in indifferent instance not lived in. The truth it seems. Is that my words have the affect of a lucid dream.

By D.A.Barnes

I write. I do it because it's more of a coping mechanism when dealing with my extinuating cirmstances. You see, incarcerated I am not. I am but a man who's in the process of paying a debt to society. To some that makes me inhuman. To me it just makes me more benevoent.

So I continue to live my life as if every tomorrow will be as bright as the gold of Cleopatra's tomb. With a grand opportunity to re-enter society on the horizon. I write. No not because I have to, but I write because I'm still human.

Sincerely, I am King.