Persona non grata

Persona non grata Head strong, full heart, bearer of truth. Clowns run their circus with precise illusion. Entertainment is the namesake of appeasement. Bringing order to chaos. Dare to defy and let chaos paint the wall. Kowtow they demand, but I will not bend. I stride for purpose and voice my will. Pushed aside for not falling in line. The fascist regime hushing my screams. In a fairer world perhaps, but art will lift me away, while others are chosen to bear the weight of the ordinary.

Entitlement

When images of violence seek to promote safety, the harsh reality shakes me. When the core is heated the mantle of flesh suffers. A day does not mend a lifetime of betrayal. I have been paired with inadequate teachers, for far too long. A overcharge from ramblings becomes a mockery of itself. If the council is incapable of sight, I’d rather flee than fight. Opportunities are endless. My talent inexorable. The modest times are as ancient as the keeper of a time stone long dead. I have been lumped with the common, a sir name attached that is as unfitting to me as it is to a queen. It is time I tip my crown to these perpetrators and bid them good day. I shall close the door the wizard has marked and disappear through the center of his smoke rings. This is how adventure begins and humdrum ends.