Spiritual Metaphysics, Poetry, Photography
I lived an unintended youth, desperate to flee never spoken of darkness, stealing rebellious moments alone like a shifty vagrant anonymously silhouetted against monochrome grey, raggedly convex horizons. I outlasted them all—they who would have broken me, no…
From a myriad of dreams I know this place, virgin forest pulsating inside me—an intimate presence I often encounter in moments of spatial shifts to my innerness. …
Out the door at sunrise, juxtaposed against sultry silhouettes painted in alleyways, ruthlessly stalked by acoustic shadows. We fancy ourselves romantic bards and written word insurgents, but we never pen anything reminisced by…
Beneath this pier I often encounter my tenth dimension space, onshore waves surge soundlessly in my consciousness. Once a humble soul, before I became immortal, I now compose resonant…
My visionary notions converge upon an amphidromic point, cloaked within the Onnydria Flux. They disperse in their search along cotidal lines, saturating promiscuous shores with rainbow-hued swaths, graffitied across weather-beaten…
We merge rhythms of song, our identity revealed in finite syllables, amplitude and frequencies—tones for sensory pleasure. Sunrise to dusk we serenade an unintended audience, pointlessly hostage to broken…
You burden me with premeditated notions in your perilous efforts to categorize me. My imagination is fixed upon horizons of my design, no footprints to follow and none shall…
Barefoot mage, breathed into life by the sapphire seas of Arythaena Pri. Who would be so bold…
“We should all be horrified!” Spin of the day, the usual prepared public speeches, politicians on their game. Just love one another. Can’t have Five-0 gunnin’…
Earth’s radiance, we are birthed from celestial fire—discreet expressions of form, the children who choose you to nurture us, not to bridle our minds. Instead, you…
Woodlands pulsate a pastel euphony, storm lingers in repose, a threat disguised by prismatic hues of charged particles meant to disarm me. I’m partial to sunset…
Silence saturates the old footpath that brought them to me. …
My mind takes flight and I trespass the boundaries of redshift galaxies, light speed jumps blending with stardust to shield my wings from a reentry burn. …
I’ve never heard a nightingale sing, but I know where blue bees hide—not in this metropolis. City winds do not speak to me like they do in the forest, only tearless …
I am a shadow walker of the ancient ways—I have no beginning, nor shall I end. By Earth I was risen, though Sun sets me free, and Moon rains stars into my eyes. Wind carries my…
I cerebrate on patterns of human presence, but having soared the thirty-two winds over twenty thousand daybreaks, I cannot reason with air poisoning my lungs and chemicals slowly eating my eyes,…