John Scipio
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Writing is soothing......Writing is creative
Words written down and arranged beautifully before the reader
Will take that reader on a wonderful journey and open their mind....
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Rock And Roll
His name was Eddie Funsull, they took him one night, put him in a van and took him away. They didn't like him, his music, or the way he looked. He stood out. He was one of the few Black guys in the Goth rock scene in town. But it wasn't because he was Black that they took him, it was the fact that he wasn't afraid to be what he sang about. Rock Music was his life. He lived for it. When he took the stage, it was as if he transcended time and space, as if he wasn't part of human existence. He'd sing of love lost, love yet to be, he'd sing of the freedom of existing beyond the constraints of conformity, about being that creature that we all longed to be but feared because of the doldrums of life, family, and its traditions.
By John Scipioabout 6 hours ago in Fiction
Summer Moon
Summer's Day Ended Quiet Stroll Under The Moon Hands Come Together
By John Scipioabout 6 hours ago in Poets
Friend
Listening to Jazz Her Friendship Blesses the Tones And makes it sound good
By John Scipioabout 6 hours ago in Poets
Tuesday
Tuesday Was our Day The Afternoon Was Splendor First Sip Warms Our Souls
By John Scipioabout 6 hours ago in Poets
