[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Decades of erosion, willingly losing limbs, to reveal only what's real, no mask concealing a fracture, or a scar. Only a polished approach toward the actual, the real, sarcastically inoffensive, characteristically helpful, blatantly self. Humbly assured, equipped...
[tabby title="Poet Bio"] When the fog lifts, as it always does, fucking sunshine... lifting of a veil, it's like a new life, within an old self. A future in the present, the past shed from broken mind, to instantaneously heal,...
[tabby title="Poet Bio"] As on any path chosen, when striving to better oneself, and to walk in truth, No more excuses to grasp, no conniving, Only to be of substance and of worth, To encounter, the virtues, on this path,...
[tabby title="Poet Bio"] who are you but a forgotten past who are you but the wound of a lie, healed, and worn as a symbol of growth a reminder that pain is the master of progress Who are you, but...
[tabby title="Poet Bio"] a prayer, in the form of a will, as slight as a breeze gentle, as moonlight's touch... can set into motion, a storm so magnificent, the fabric of existence, ...could tear at it's darkest foundation... to ignite...