If I am honest with myself…

I didn't push music cause I was scared Cause life had dealt me so many shitty cards I had been on the brink of giving up. I didn't know what I'd do with my life if it weren't for music. The passion it brings me I want to forget everything except it when I'm in … Continue reading If I am honest with myself…

The Longest Night

The fog walks through the pathways Between buildings Covers the object in a vignette Creating soft lines from the once hard.   The lines of people's faces became softer - fleshier - Real, surreally. The clock seems to move In steady motionless inches.   Cherry blossoms wake up the red brick. Visionary colours. Hard to … Continue reading The Longest Night

s l e e p y  h u m a n i t y

It is late I am on a train  Sleep warms me in her blanket These thoughts Much an unpleasant dream haunt me;  I am unable to  Run into slumber's embrace  Until it's all out of me...  Until I am done speaking of human unity. Only then can I lose myself  Cause only then can humanity  … Continue reading s l e e p y  h u m a n i t y

s p i c e. o f. l i f e  

Who is this looking through the eyes That belong to this mass of matter Viewing through this point of view? Who is beholding Who has the beauty When does it differ Why is the spice variety? Surely like a skilled chef; There are many ingredients That are blessed into the dish each different but the … Continue reading s p i c e. o f. l i f e  

s u n s e t o r a n g e

this is surely the beginning of t h e  e n d   the way the sun drops onto the sea melts into the waters that cleanse my being   as the skies change color and my emotional waves hit low to high tides - I dream of you tonight -   basking in the … Continue reading s u n s e t o r a n g e

f o g

Good Morning, Early-break-of-day fog, That surrounds; Thick and hanging... draping Like epaulets from the delts of soldiers Making the fabric of the air known, in your movement.   The stirrings of these fog soldiers. that dance and prey and settle onto the surface Of the glow emanating atop; around; the street lights...   Light beams … Continue reading f o g

m o o n l i t c h i l d r e n

No one's falling in love. Just falling into beds Heads seek heads And thoughts seek sobriety   There is a loyalty of sorts Storytellers galore.. It's all folklore no one can face the light in the morning   Yesterday's clothes Stained with this mornings decisions Blurred Very vibrant the residue of the heavy feeling before … Continue reading m o o n l i t c h i l d r e n