What they call DEpression is just a spiritual transmission filter, a modem to transmit signals from spirit to reality, an excavator digging away the ground layers of your flesh, a mining elevator that transports unseen and unheard treasures from deep below the hardcore surface of normality, a task so dangerous that some get stuck in those creative mine shafts and don’t come back from DEpressing, something that all artists of all walks of life have pre-installed in us, whether you’re a writer, a poet, a musician, a designer, a painter, an actor, a sketch artist, a cartoonist, a comedian, a composer, you name it!!! Our inner vision is a gift that enables the introversion which pulls out our EXpression deep from within the crevices of our soul’s secretion. Deep places that regular common folks calls you weird for, because they just can’t relate or understand when we speak in depth through our art and poetry, they are spiritually and intellectually deaf to our perceptions, so they line up and speak in death, call you names, tell you that you ain’t gone make it! Well brother and sister, ill take that bet! I’ll keep playing that lotto ticket called my dream until I hit and wake up rich, better yet wealthy, therefore I beseech you not to let the normality of this society make you forsake your God given gifts and abilities, aim towards the heavens, my kings and queens, fly higher I bid thee! Do not SUpress your creative velocity, to the point where you DEpress! When you were made to fully EXpress.
“Expressive Depression” is A Pipoetry by: Randy Pipman (c) Copyright Pipoetry 2013 All Rights Reserved