Wonderful piece. Everything was present: flow, rhyme scheme, structure, execution. Everything was well done, and I must applaud you for that. Hats off to you.

"Tha Spirit Of A Good Man Withers Inside Of His Kingdom
Constructing A Plot Of Enactment But Hiding From Visions
A Siren Of Prisons Is Collected In Tha Ears Of Foreign Bodies
Who Wander Streets With No Aim, I Guess Theres No Change...?
No Claim To Fame, Lingers Around Tha Sulcuss Of No-Hopers
Mold's Broken, Lateral Motions Frozen All Except Sulking"
^^^Wonderful imagery. Everything just flowed together. What a perfect opener. I don't think I could ever write an opener as well as you did.

"My Sight Of See Is Clouded, My Voice Evades When Shouting
As If Tha Moment Of Being Crowded Just Before You Say Nothing
Im Late For Something But Impeded But This Divine Fountain
Thats Spouting A Whole Spectrum Of Colors That Im Counting
Tha Experiment Ended At Tha Count Of 13 Between Black & Blue
Im Just Tha Lonely One Sax Band Jazzman Thats Lacking Tune "
^^^ This was my favorite part of the whole piece. I don't know why, it just stuck out to me. Again the flow is impeccable here(and thruout) and I just loved this segment.


"But Never Forget If I Had Tha Power To Resurrect, Id Pay My Debt
Stake My Breaths, In This Adaptation Of Life Im Playing Death"
^^^ So here you seem to be stating you are some sort of Antagonist? maybe the Anti-Hero?

All in all, a wonderful, well-writtened piece. I enjoy ever last word of it. Thnk you for such a good read and I will continue to look for more of your works.