Purple rain is the persona of my poetess technique...it is who I become when I dig into the depths of my soul to produce my art...it is where I receive tranquility, peace, rejuvenation, healing, and refuge...it is the essence of me...Below you will also find a piece entitled "Healing" which digs deeper into the reasons for my poetic expressions...Enjoy ;-)
Purple Rain (A Writer's Persona)
In the rain my frame's engine drains fluid causing dysfunction, not a bad dysfunction though, it’s a breakdown conjunction of chaotic interruption
In the rain my brain's receptors become stained with codes of slow motions and re-plays
In the rain moods sway like the low waves in the ocean on a perfect summer still day with no breeze
In the rain my electricity's fluid freezes creating a power outage, not a black-out, just a shut all the activity out
In the rain my waterfalls recede and disappoint passers by who had a need to enjoy the scenery
In the rain the royalty of my domain is beyond the kind of fame that defines celebrity success
In the rain my fantasies are fulfilled in my dreams
In the rain my spirit is filled with peace and all burning flames are ceased
In the rain the beat in my chest is decreased, and the cravings in my soul are laid to rest
In the rain the conscious layers of my thoughts temporarily depart
In the rain the darts in my heart become numb
In the rain my system dreads the coming back of the overheating, blind sighting sun
Because in my purple rain is where my victory is won
Purple Rain (A Writer's Persona)
In the rain my frame's engine drains fluid causing dysfunction, not a bad dysfunction though, it’s a breakdown conjunction of chaotic interruption
In the rain my brain's receptors become stained with codes of slow motions and re-plays
In the rain moods sway like the low waves in the ocean on a perfect summer still day with no breeze
In the rain my electricity's fluid freezes creating a power outage, not a black-out, just a shut all the activity out
In the rain my waterfalls recede and disappoint passers by who had a need to enjoy the scenery
In the rain the royalty of my domain is beyond the kind of fame that defines celebrity success
In the rain my fantasies are fulfilled in my dreams
In the rain my spirit is filled with peace and all burning flames are ceased
In the rain the beat in my chest is decreased, and the cravings in my soul are laid to rest
In the rain the conscious layers of my thoughts temporarily depart
In the rain the darts in my heart become numb
In the rain my system dreads the coming back of the overheating, blind sighting sun
Because in my purple rain is where my victory is won
Healing
From the depths of my soul, oh so dark
To the erratic motions of my hand
To the chaotic waves of my thoughts
From the irregular rhythms of my heart
To the increased blood flow in my veins
From the painful experiences that remain
To the unsynchronized emotions, however unwanted
From the violent invasions of my spirit
To the ignited flames upon my skin
From the brokenness again and again
To the temptations victimizing me to sin
From the wavering personas of my plight
To the demonic enemies I've had to fight
To the horrific visions crippling my sight
This is the reason why I write
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