For in Liberty There will always be, Another hand To pick it up.


For in Liberty There will always be, Another hand To pick it up.

When we answer Pain with more, Then what We live with Is not for healing, But for War.

Ask and the disheveled talk, Then the grey historic will be making, And again expressively mistaking, That who has then […]

Sitting in mind Has softened thus, And who Is it Traitorous? But us.

And there it is, The irony But never, Is it young Or Long enough, To reach the bridge For help […]

Anonymity entirety, Haven accompanied a Most personal, Account of my most Honored of honesty. Remember to like my […]

Even as the market of pursuit, Has halted us in suits I have allowed, A gilded hesitation If only for […]
Be grateful, For all that you got I was sure of that, Until I was not.

The paranoia in the room Is all it takes And all I make To come to my own doom.

On the lark to salvation, Reaches for the line Of lowered administration, Of admonition and surrender To a furor for […]