Not Forgotten

Hidden...
Behind layers of circumstance, life's unpredictable fucked up situations and loathful excuses of fatigue and time.

Hidden...
Behind the endless flips of paper through notebooks only partially written, sticky tabs w/ incomplete thoughts and blank white copy pages where drawings have morphed into my spectacular vernacular.

Covered...
By excuse after excuse about how the sun kept rising and i kept falling.
Blankets of insecurity covering the priceless oration with plastic and file cabinets to preserve a quality that may never be set free to show its remarkability.

Covered...
By a steady shower of cold flakes made of dark comments that include "cant", "wont", and "never be the same". Making mountains along a already tedious voyage with predestined pathways and no water or supplies to pass days

But I ...

AM NOT FORGOTTEN

and
Though my words no longer ring like bells through the student union in the ears of admirers who willingly give unto my art like a sax player and his hat resting on the side of the road...

Though the tone of frustration no longer loosens the screws of unstable minds nationwide. Providing excuses for the useless to use it and correct whats inside....

Though the rolling on my tongue is no longer hung on the hearts and soul of willing literary exhibitionists, dripping words obliterating your clitoris. One sided conversations including my words and your helplessness.

Though you become unmoved by my silence in this extremely loud world of khaos circumstance. I AM NOT FORGOTTEN because in you mind is where I'm planting this second chance.