Lines of Imagery

I have imagined the most unimaginable things imaginable. In doing so, I have seen unseen things and songs never heard before. I have written absolutely nothing down on paper and constructed the most brilliant poems ever seen by the naked eye.  I don't lie. I stand fully clothed in the middle of my prose.  These fingertips script in the most elegant fashion, describing the passion  I have for this writing thing. It's an exciting thing.  I do it so often, Ima do it until the coffin. Ima write til the tablets I script in, start schizin. I'm addicted to diction, no fiction.  I got unbelievable thoughts surfing on my brain waves.  Only the enslaved remain slaves. There is freedom in an idea.  If I don't express this, I'll feel vestless awaiting the death kiss from a wreckless metaphor. I know why I met her for! She told me that if  I wanted to be a thorough wordsmith, I gotta learn how to word it. She said words are lethal and get people murdered if misused and misunderstood. Understand me!