Black and blue
creatively disabled
distictively i have become unresolved.

One is what one is
Open minded does not mean open ended.
Deadened by contract and contradictions.
Addicted to the roles played
absorbed by nothing more than an asumption.

Sincerely yours I wrote
Sincerely what and to whom
My own predicated self
I cannot seem to open my eyes.
Occular I see what I think I see
but put faith before me and I am truly blind.

However I am not undone
maybe I am torn in two halves
but I charish that those two halves will one day...

Come together, over me.


Simple truth sets me free
boredom becomes my prison.
(concept of the butterfly)
I engage my senses and move through evolution.

I am born,
I will crawl and seek a place to hide
spin my self into a new identity
where I will once again change the colors,
set before me to red and green

You see as I do
they are one and the same.

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