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The Inner Sanctums of My Imagination

The Inner Sanctums of My Imagination

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I welcome you to the inner sanctums of my imagination where my emotions that were so lost once have now been found. I was a lost soul as a child. I thought black was black. My heart had no love, only hate and fear of myself. It was a place that once had been so dark not even the "Devil" could get out, where I would be the gatekeeper from hell, where the "Devil" kept on calling me to come on, come on in, son. I can breathe now, where the air flows so clearly through my lungs. How I would describe my writing is that I add candles and a little red wine, I narrate then add a little music of my own. I see the world now from a different light and may there always be freedom of the press. I am now a voice for the people of the world who have no voice. My words are not a language barrier. My Poetry, poems, all my words and story and yes, I can now tell you, my story. How I would describe my writing is I add candles and a little red wine, I narrate then add a little music of my own. I see the world now from a different light and may there always be freedom of the press. In memory of Jamal Khashoggi (2 October 2018) RIP.

  • Author Bio

    Robert worked in telecommunication for many years. I employed 25 men. He has only been writing for THE LAST five years. He had no education. The highest level I got to was grade three. He is self-educated. Robert only wishes he had started to write when he was a lot younger. Robert started writing poetry. Which led him to start writing books. Robert believes in God, Faith and Morality. Robert found Jesus and God at an incredibly early age.

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