Reckless Art

Take this shard planted in my side; elevate me my love past pain’s passing. For a moment I am for a moment you are. The wind in me the reckless in my art. A moment of flight; a moment taken me and placed amongst clouds above the sea.

A Cold Horizon

Power corrupts not,people are rather sothe ones who weavewebs and deceit grow. All asps will whisperso no one hears sound;no justice lady liberty,her blood spilt ground. Skewed are patriots Isit and cleanse myself.Unsound I am but Isee a country’s health. A king is septic rotting,plotting ill notions rothis mind oozes filth itwill come to be…