I'm constantly creating and I get depressed if I'm not inventing something new.
Do you have advantages, too, with ADD?
I just wrote a new poem when I heard a new song by the "Trespassers William" that I really liked. I just wrote it down quickly so it's a little rough and unedited. Here it is:
I Lost My Mojo Again
I want to thank God for creating women
bittersweet as beautiful the sky reaches to the blue truth.
Winding 'round through chords of your smiles and reverberating,
reaching down and swooping up to exaltation.
Winding 'round, round to the beginning again.
Yes, sweet girl, I would live those moments gain and gain.
Bittersweet as beautiful the blue reaches from dirt to sky .
I wish when I'm down I could fly.
And down is your upside smile tying the world to a post.
I wish when I'm down I could fly.
When my face smacks the ground I awake.
Break me down, humble me, Lord.
Sweet grass of youth, green you grow into rough straw
Nourish me, Lord, bless me, Lord.
Echo softly blue you should.
Touch tremble hear me too.
Soar break swoop into blue.
Drift against the paper ending, burning away.
Ink soaks fiber and gold grabs flesh.
Do you have advantages, too, with ADD?
I just wrote a new poem when I heard a new song by the "Trespassers William" that I really liked. I just wrote it down quickly so it's a little rough and unedited. Here it is:
I Lost My Mojo Again
I want to thank God for creating women
bittersweet as beautiful the sky reaches to the blue truth.
Winding 'round through chords of your smiles and reverberating,
reaching down and swooping up to exaltation.
Winding 'round, round to the beginning again.
Yes, sweet girl, I would live those moments gain and gain.
Bittersweet as beautiful the blue reaches from dirt to sky .
I wish when I'm down I could fly.
And down is your upside smile tying the world to a post.
I wish when I'm down I could fly.
When my face smacks the ground I awake.
Break me down, humble me, Lord.
Sweet grass of youth, green you grow into rough straw
Nourish me, Lord, bless me, Lord.
Echo softly blue you should.
Touch tremble hear me too.
Soar break swoop into blue.
Drift against the paper ending, burning away.
Ink soaks fiber and gold grabs flesh.