Sunday, October 23, 2016


Most go for gold, lose themselves.
I chose for your spiritual growth,
To be parallel with something I've felt.
This world wouldn't be sold if all knows.
Here's to hope.

Tuesday, October 11, 2016

The Grey

Hearts race when you're observed by a race from another space
Sub conscious states created in R.E.M you may say
Rats in a caged maze desperate to be saved I say
Like moths to a flame with little to no faith
Brings on wraiths within a void
To a lost cold boy
The Grey

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Storms from Rome

Ill call on storms from Rome
Ill not conform, for I'm  torn
Among angels and demons
A corrupt swarm
Fishing freemen to convict them
I've informed, for them to reform
With their course of actions
Relaxed with my satisfactions

Sunday, May 29, 2016


Its not about black and white
Its about whats right
Its why I fight
Its why im alive
To project mind
To hope some realize
Before I die,
that this world is not fine
Its a disorganized, uncivilized place,
a race who fails to see the light
will this world ever become truly spiritualized?

Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Psychedelic Arts

psychonaut thoughts bring psychedelic arts
this is the nature of my mind an heart
at times ill find myself lost
senses an memory torn apart
in the mist of it all I see a glimmer of a spark
I would like to call it, god.