The days rush past, the months and years too,
We dwell in dilemmas, where lies are fed and truth is few.
Where wellness is a battlefield, constantly under siege,
And divine love is scoffed at, dismissed out of intrigue.
Negativity flows like a river from every crack,
No answers forthcoming, just shadows, pitch black.
In solitude, we stand, forsaken, as time slips away,
No hope for tomorrow, no joy in today.
Yet, this cycle of despair that echoes each laugh,
Is but the reflection of a transient path.
These trying times, like shadows, will pass,
And from these ashes may rise clarity at last.
Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 4:13 PM UTC
Upon every arrival of every celestial birth,
There is only one common normality.
A susceptibility to an infinitesimal design,
A kink in the chain, the war of our mind.
This psychosomatic condition is no stranger,
A rendition of life’s existence.
Confinement exacerbated by poor health in the gut line,
Hormonal imbalances manipulated by addictive influences.
Paradigms shifting in front of awakening eyes,
Psychedelic truths hidden within the tides of time,
Confusion and conflict preventing expansion of evolutionary consciousness,
A cyclic pattern, the sadness in all our lives.
This idea is immortal and internal in the human genome,
The greatest subterfuge,
Amnesia
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 3:15 PM UTC
Time has come,
And it never feels like what you envisage.
Shades that were drawn, are now beginning to fade.
Tip your hat to the unknown, be the passenger.
Engage the reverie, evolve as you go.
Dine at the arrangement, the subtle choice.
Entertaining ideas cycling within, a soliloquy echoes through.
An eternity welcomes a chemical release.
Tunnels of hues, overwhelmed and confused.
Hiccup to existence, all are amused
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 7:12 PM UTC
A reverie to say the least,
a darkness perpetrated by beliefs.
Envision the entrance, a cold whistle screams adventure.
Entering the mouth of the beast, calloused hands, my fragile tips,
brushing against the ceiling, caressing and corrupting the structure,
disappearing deeper from destruction.
This grimace upon the face, this terror protruding within the gut,
an agony to be replaced,
once escaped, courage will flourish.
Expand the vessel,
***** to emptiness, given room to proceed,
phosphorescent hues exploding through my dreams.
Reaching the cusp, gather my strength,
place upon my scalp, a diadem to show defeat,
unworthy, fruitless scavengers, left to retreat.
Broken, a shattered age, misguided and abused, nothing to lose.
Words ring true, guidance for those envious of power,
wake from endless lies,
enter into an abyss, never to return,
abandoned dark tunnel.
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 4:52 PM UTC
Darkness leaped in, smothered my psyche.
Led me down a hall, into the cinema I went, not willing.
A theatrical presentation, an outcry ensued.
Perception forever altered.
A mind completely new.
My ideals, my dreams, dissipating with the ending scene.
Go forth I did, dashing into the illuminating beam.
A challenge of realization, no immediate hesitation.
Advancement granted, the understanding,
of another dimension.
Speechless, words cannot explain.
Abandoned, with nothing left.
An experience to entertain,
while under the dancing rain,
Vanity's Game.
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 2:37 PM UTC
They fall for all to see,
an emotional wreck.
The queen of selfies,
a broken mess.
Check the label,
grasp the best, outlier, different from the rest.
A wandering eye,
engaged to chaos.
An optimistic seed,
still part of growth,
masked with a broken cloak,
just something to fix,
truths scare most.
Weakened souls,
from broken homes,
destine to live disguised,
break from the chains of emotion,
and let lies die to let live what was hidden.
New beginnings.
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 7:39 PM UTC
Born to die, immortal we are not,
dwelling on the past, we descend looking back.
No memories of the womb, a black existence.
The cyclic pattern, a psychotropic dream,
monolithic, no hidden seams.
Climb into the abyss,
another reverie.
Morphic resonance has made the arrival,
another chance bequeathed.
A silent gift of opportunity,
an experience we don’t recall.
Don’t fret, just live it all.
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 10:16 PM UTC
Sitting there, on a porch, alone in my head.
A present of life is gifted, an icy chill.
Shooting through the spine,
hands down, by the side, massaging the warmth.
Artistic moisture falls upon the brow,
melting with my heart.
Doubt unravels, the simple truths,
the simple lies, awakening of my mind.
Sunshine makes a subtle appearance,
corrupting the mask, revealing the hide.
To start small, to end it all.
Wallowing in the madness,
darkness arrives.
Happiness misplaced,
tears completely dried,
trapped on the never-ending ride.
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 12:20 AM UTC
They wait, they hide, they prey.
Eating carrion,
vanishing in the setting sky.
These devilish carnivorous beasts,
soaring, circling quietly.
A smell from afar, piercing the senses.
A soulless hide, or partially alive.
Morality does not exist,
they devour all, their defining nature,
seeking the infirm,
a blackened mind.
Just there to watch you die.
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 3:33 PM UTC
A town filled with degenerate and clowns,
where stars shine bright and street lights are nowhere in sight.
Drunken buffoons, swarming the saloons,
stirring up chaos with their little spoons.
Lost actresses turning into brainless waitresses,
the common conversation turning into nothing more,
than the gossip of your ever fashionable *****
Stay too long in this dystopian filled town
and you'll find yourself growing old and bored,
dying internally like a cancerous plague,
waiting for the zombies to rise.
Not aware that the zombies are here, alive and well,
roaming the streets, ever so disguised,
make eye contact and prepare to die.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 5:22 PM UTC