To Find My Docile Cause

To find my docile cause, My own draft of soul and resource. Driven by the Charges recourse, by the agents of fortunes pain of maturities trial nature, what humid steam of humor would elicit the reactions of film’s martyrs, why cannot our acts of past retributes speak for themselves. Speaking, speaking, always speaking of freedoms.Continue reading “To Find My Docile Cause”

An Ambiguous Personal Truth: Part III

It was September,  or some other irrelevant month that one a soul did read his book and sing her song. Some even celebrate it. Such a thing to celebrate, Nothing worth more stress and relief. It is no slave song or national or social anthem. To come all this way for nothing To Channel theseContinue reading “An Ambiguous Personal Truth: Part III”