House of Inspiration

11 May 2005

·zuxmania

from the outside... the bricks, the stones... they've stood the test of time like the fire that's burning deep in me inside it refuses to burn out... i enter the house, go inside... the pictures on the wall... brigh, beautiful, colourful... just like my dreams, visions... wishes, amvitions, goals and missions... the chair, so soft and comfortable... where i would chill,relax,kick back faced with a lot of problems in my life... i would sit on it...solutions would come rushing into my mind in my room, at the table... my mind would run wild... imaginations, thoughts, ideas and opinions this is where i found my reasoning... my reason for living... prblems...solutions... but most of all... THIS IS WHERE I FOUND MY INSPIRATION THIS IS THE... HOUSE OF INSPIRATION! THE H. O. I. !

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zuxmania

As far as I can remember, istarted writing poetry when I was able to take pen and pen and scribble something. At that time, of course, I wasn\'t that aware of the power of what I was scribing. I met guys of McJurni's calibre, they resurrected that...

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