In My Stride

It's time now for me to start a new, I have to as all my poems were removed. Locked out of my account by poetrysoup, I was excluded in exile from this poetry loop. Following this exclusion I am now back, not fazed pulsating the evolutionary track, evading the limits as I upgrade and adapt, soaking up the jargon and improving my act. Many others write rhymes befiting to poetry, with less common or poetic words in decipher reads, my rhymes are more fitting to an unsightly reality, with everyday common words on the contrary. On the face my style has a lesser appearance, but I write rhymes for head and chest clearance, I don't comply to the contemporary coherence, I'm more a wild card away from adherence. I had created a monster, the sort offence sponsors, a repulsive imposter receiving revolted responses. A quest that I conquered with ease and perfected, but went to far and squandered to see it ejected, wondering beyond the boundaries until disconnected, I didn't ponder it, I was fond of it that's why it was selected. When I get knocked down I return with haste, grab a fresh slate and draft a brand new taste, when you lose all, start new and don't hesitate, in the face of adversity carry on and create. My life's a quest to evolve and progress, each test to solve, break down and digest, unstoppable on this path until I witness, a poem I write with rhyme finesse.