Purple Juice...

I stare at him… entranced.... enchanted by this creature before me and the world that he has created… a euros within standard civilization that is unable to fully comprehend his majesty, his intellect, his persona that defies every societal rule…

He does not know how much I respect him… he may never know that even more importantly, I understand him… discernment of his wonderment being impossible for all others…  I have watched this madman, evil genius, beautiful mind of a man and I love him because I know him… a rare oddity in his world….

Running shit swathed in the color of royalty, checkered leathers of Louie V and a kaleidoscope of fantasies forever engraved into the preponderance of his skin… the snakes that climbed on medusa’s head seeming tame to the beautifully wild mane that crowns this king… eyes that tell a hidden story should he ever choose to reveal them long enough for one to discern his aura of mystery…. he has tried… everyone has failed… yet I have seen those eyes… studied those eyes… I understand him…

Overlooked and underestimated his genius is lowballed… his way of life discounted by the simple-minded… I do not see him as others… I understand him… not because I love him…  I have come to believe that anyone that has encountered his presence is drawn to love him… I know him because I have seen those eyes… the mirror has boasted that same glaze with a twinkle in the left pupil… eyes of greatness… we have walked the same path… the same road traveled, me with my size 7 BCBG pumps while he strides in his 10 ½ Jordan XI…

He smiles more than most… his world a mosh pit of jubilee, fantasy, the finest of purples wrapped in grape leaves, several bad bitches and anything else that can suffice as materialized bliss… an oddball born on the most even of days (JUICE!)…he smiles despite the fact that he is too fucking busy…and too busy fucking ;)…  I constantly smile for he is infectious… I analyze his movements with great scrutiny … his brilliance is never ending and every aspect of he is just as imperative as the other… I know beyond his smile….

He has dreams, goals, aspirations dissimilar to that of the lackluster existences that surround him… stresses and worries that the weak would crumble under… intellect that puzzles the median and pisses off even the smartest of smart asses… magnificently multifaceted… he is a hundred men wrapped in one body... his reputation flawed by common culture for the path that he must take for survival has been labeled illicit and proscribed … he is placid to this reality for he is great… created by our maker with the clays of prominence and brought to life with the breath of eminence….

My trance breaks only to transcribe his story… attempting to capture the essence of my Kage ninja… telling his tale to the world as he unsuspectingly clarifies the secret to happiness… I learn as the buzz of his Samaria sword lulls me into his medulla… watching as he creates fantasies, dumb ambitions, new love, lost love, new ambitions overpowering lost loves with the dark shades of shadows to hide the pain… life imported from his fingertips… lost in his world as he feverishly inscribes life… the two portals to his soul intent on seeing his vision… head bowed as he is spellbound by his own brilliance… the most complex of men with the most pretentious of dreams…. He just wants to tattoo…

~Viola Monroe

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