Gibberish

Creative plunge, I did take.
things, prose or poetry making sense to thy self alone.
I seldom care for the world, if world did care any less
Satisfaction gleam, soulful and ample contention
while I key those letters, words flow seamlessly.

Effortless embodiment of thoughts.
Manifest feeling into words and phrase,
vocabulary ransacked and plundered,
emptying mind,pumping void stillness
and let the brain numb

No dope made me this high, no caffeine ever did
poetic and prose license, words mined out

a sense,
a lie ,
a truth,
a will,
a thought ,
a feeling,

Creative plunge that's all it is, it takes one.
while I call this art, let the rest call this crap.