a lonely life
style, filled with unshared
caring... daring to become one with
sadness, a classless mentality
speaks to my internal
weakness, to defeat this attack, i
must escape this phase... escape
this maze, twists, turns
and blocked roads,
mind inhibitions show no gratitude
to the soul...
attitude defines my role,
missing links and painted pictures...
search for the keys in
this too leads to tainted ruptures
of my heart... i am of the art, the imperfect
suggestion which begs...
this question, not between legs –
between fertile and
eggs... fertile soil between atmosphere
and sun... born on the first,
now, the only one