I Was a 12 Year Old Rock Star

With a flashlight at just the right angle, as well as some minor movement to and fro, you become so very well enchanted and captivated with such smaller gemstones. The blue stones will be worth hundreds, and thousands within a century or so. I am between the storage place, and Father’s desk as far as all of these gems and baubles. I even now sit here typing while I consider the fate of these virgin-like pure crystal French goblets. The still attached label claims (in French) that these drinking vessels are guaranteed to be 24% pure. In that regard I feel the need to not, challenge, the goblets in any means, but to meet, then surpass, such a spiritual purity that a mere label can proclaim! With thoughts of my fabulous charms, and trinkets, I will move beyond any claim to greatness and superiority, hither to my official start of this cloudy, yet welcoming morn. “No”, I say. I will consider yesterday’s glories, and the tremendous heights of honor and prestige, to be mere affirmations of my overwhelmingly fabulous persona. I proclaim, that I so righteously will meet today’s greetings, and meetings with the fervor of an opulent, and deservedly Crowned King! Bow to no one, yet shine for all.

From New Book Of Poetry; and so through joyous occasions of stupendous revelry, to muster all of the flustered coils, to heap and pile into a lustrous mound, since moving in to now discover, in all of the clustered rhapsodies, and rhymes, lies a bed of opulence, and the meek and placid offering, of emanations so sublime.