Authority demands Access, To the fictions Of my truth, And I am nobody In repute.


Authority demands Access, To the fictions Of my truth, And I am nobody In repute.

The lowly please at stages Of developed unease, Is begging for a More delicate Refrain of pain.

Entirely important in days, That for relapse of retelling Have mentored dreams, Inspecting as expecting Intending respect In their ways.

Oh, for the scurrying worriers Looking and seeing it all, Focused on time itself Tracking the folds They’ve already met. […]

Though she took The flame Inside her now, She would live It through, Until she burned in Brightness bloom So […]

Trivial, it will pass, just a phase, there is nothing you can to do about it, when do we get […]

I see you Through my Scars.

My dots along the cell line, Are a miracle of a smudge A colony of civilization, In a person Made […]

I thought I was asking, Believing in me, To claim To cling To plainly win In sanity, And Yet.

Mornings are A tricky glee, When anger can Get rid of thee, But dance around The tricky sort And then […]