Connections - Curse Ov Dialect

Connections are made, they advance & retreat depleting my seconds to none…

This anxious joy that sheds heartache to plunder i’m wondering where the

decencies gone…

These traveling togas rove over & over the worlds ov culture & language…

Catch a breeze ov a soul that hasn’t been ravaged by reasons unknown the damage

is clear

An available ear that tears threw motion in silence enraptured by none…

A disbanded circle ov champions requesting the many to listen to what they may

say…

Exploration ov truth the earth so tell me just how do you measure your worth…

A question by which i propose to myself for the wealth ov the all i recall my

proficiency…

Amplifying your every attempt to aspire a move from pretender…

A courageous becoming contagious affirming what’s now been achieved…

Make a shift from mischief yet my silence still shatters a senseless

perspective…

Persevere to seek truth an unshakable focus maintain your connection…

Some imagine, a fortune resides inside self satisfaction…

The passing ov guard to a guardian over rides a fickle mentality…

Seeking not for award nor marauding a slaughter…

I forecast my next move for a smoother transition position alliance…

A vision ov splendour surrender rejoice in arriving…