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”

The All too True Change of Marker

Praise New Hours, a ticking clock to the foreign loss   and familiar social pressure on a 21st century turn. Broken and fixed broken and fixed, upon repeated more beats and thoughts and proof of provocation of those of the past idiocratic splendor. Fortunes feedback undue splendor placed on self fear, hatred and robbery. CastContinue reading “The All too True Change of Marker”