Even as the market of pursuit, Has halted us in suits I have allowed, A gilded hesitation If only for […]


Even as the market of pursuit, Has halted us in suits I have allowed, A gilded hesitation If only for […]

Hold me, Hostage By what, I’m not And I will, Never Get Free.
We move forward, Yet what I have, Will never Catch me, Back.
The voices from the start, Will narrow direction As the hope And us Do part.
But the bright, Won’t return If the light, Wasn’t A wave, At all.
Be grateful, For all that you got I was sure of that, Until I was not.

My shadow self in silhouette, Has tested confidence In where the face is, Of my selfless To be said.

I told them, I was feeling blurred And that the purgatory, Of the answerless Was mine, To be assured.

I am to be Allergic To my Art.