Your name was as it sounded-a candle in the dark,to guide me through the tunnelslifting melodies of larks.Rejected from fine Julliard,you swayed as you played Bach,when they offered you bravadoshould you flourish with the flock.“Alas” they said, “you’re talented,but must step into place”,when they noted that such movementswere preventing you from grace.But you, just like…
Category: creative
Memento Mori
Tell two artists to create life in words and what you’ll receive in a pulse will be enough. Living begins when we see that every person passing through harbors a story we do not, has a solution to some problem we have yet to realize, is the voice for one lost and the encouragement to…
Right Handed Rhymer 