This Is Why I Write

feature verse from the ATP joint coming soon:

frustrated and much debated,
it's lust equated,but it must be sacred,
the way it touches hatred,
and turn it to amplitude fluctuations,and pump my veins with-
solitude,solid fusion of silent feud chronicles-
and calming tunes,
held together by a solemn truce
and fortitude against the hardly true.

fight to choose the path that lights-
the bruising past of hiking through life's atlas,
mapped the cruise in scars and bulging veins,
hold the pain,bolt and chain it up in age,
it'll fade after the flame alters the rage-
threshold and thickens patience,
page fold marked for another chance-
to glance at it later with a better understanding,

it ends with writing in a language of-
cursive cuts to commemorate the repercussions,
reaping crushed vents of thought streaks,
and thrusting sparks of talent digging for soul deep,
with the oath to parallel the depth-
with a skillful tone though it's treats you cold,
and paint with pain the perfect picture-
of peace made between heart and art of masterpieces.