When you are not, Good enough For the one, Who would Make you, Good.


When you are not, Good enough For the one, Who would Make you, Good.

I was on, That side So I had lost, The name.
The voices from the start, Will narrow direction As the hope And us Do part.

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.

In the delegation Of derogatory Allocation My expression Is an allegory That is already Mistaken.

Entwined in finer cacophony, There in the moving dirt Is a gravity That summons, Us back to grow In the […]

And so they bloom, And with that merrymaking Meets the somber tune, At the legacy After gale’s broom.

Endure for the poise, Of purpose In the purple octaves, That plays For a shaded noise, That activates A way […]

At the joints of rigor, Is a momentary figure Fleeting as is meeting still, The augmentation Of sensations fill.