It isn’t what you think. It isn’t what you think.Fiction and reality are flip-flopping, the truth in the spaces between.Dragons. Protecting and healing. Raw energy. This came to be with me while facing death in the flesh. A dead enemy pretending to threaten me. Now I know it’s truth, I feel the fire consuming me.Rising…
Month: November 2022
I Am a Cosmic Flower Blooming: Intentional Poetry
I am a fiction author. I came for creating. At this point in the journey, I’ve found myself walking; I see a flawed narrative from a mile away from me.Because it’s all I’ve been unwittingly ingesting, my cravings have changed. Reaching high through the chaos for what feels out of my range. I believe my…
Self-Pity: The Purge Series
Self-loathing… torture… Something’s misaligned in me. Oh, what a pity. If only I had everything handed to me. I could be filtered just like everybody. Poor. Poor. Me. Wait. what the fuck am I saying, seriously? What kind of twisted programming has me bending my reality?repeating in my head how I am or have nothing?…..
An Emerald Island: Reflexive Poetry
Pixies, dancing on the fence. Beings with heads of asses lacking substance, All falling for the rues of convenience.The water ways wane for lack of good sense.Wisemen, starving for purpose and heat.while the shadowed elite train each to reach for nonsense. The hidden one carving out the high route to take, spinning around each current…
Hello Old Friend
Hello, old friend just checking in,seeing how you’ve been.Would you care to let me in?Offer me a cup of friendly tea, maybe? I’ve been catching a different vibe lately, had to come and see for myself, don’t be afraid it’s me knocking.Had me pacing, wringing my hands from the veil of eternity, ready to message…
Closing Time (in the key of ‘G’et Out): A Modern Psalm From of the Scribe of the Deep
Step into the sun and strip. All the weight. All the low-hanging motives plaguing my body.Come awake. Let me see your true state. Ah, another parasite. What’s your name? My nakedness is asking.The energy at hands’ laughter is empty.I… am depressing. It hums lowly. My game is depression. Interesting… My nakedness is soaking in the…