Welcome To My Blank Canvas

Title: Welcome To My Blank Canvas

By: Joshua Casimier

Date: April 3, 2012

I can't be confined to a seat I am already confined to my mind.

Where a blank piece of anything that is white..

Anything I can use to write for me its my wings to fly I'm using my sigh watch me paint the sky.

Where endless thoughts swim around my head.

Thoughts given births to words like Jason as activity continues way after I am dead.

Yet people look at my canvas ans know what they heard. Forget instruction I learn differently.

Experience through life's scenery moving around through life taking its lessons that I learn asking people..

...Are you seeing me?

Where a pen is my friend anything that stops me is a sin.

That canvas is my playground I had sex there... I was born there....Its my thing where I would like to be in peace.

Its my battlefield my sanctuary for my injury when I hurt mentally or physically my place to heal.

…...

I am that one guy who in the end am a one man band who thrives on being the meaning of the word misunderstand.

The blank canvas the blank anything represents me and the way I am..

Represents us who were told we would never be enough

This canvas is shared with my ken..

The screw ups

My best piece to me has been known as an international phrase as help them.

This was white this is blank..

This is my mind my canvas..

My ideas...

The way I thank...

To it you are welcome.