The purpose of perpetuity Traveling between dimensions Freedom rings In realms unseen Sordid symmetry Tears at me Despondency Won’t leave me be Desolate Removed Watching for something I never found Will

Divinely Opiate nephilimic wings sprout from a cybernetic scapulae she had no idea what she was just a thin line of ore embedded in golden lanugo hinted at the treasure found within the cell embryonic,

I've been asking people this question lately: "What do you want?"

honestly, I don't know if anybody reads this but if you do like I've said before I'd love any comments for more perspective on this matter.

Dawn's Chorus dawn’s chorus, jewelled tones bright plumes, smooth moves fickle bird, feathered marketing There Be Virtual Catfish There Be Virtual Catfish* He wasn’t born in Paris He doesn’t live in Manhattan

Mirrors and Trellises Link to Audio blog Trellis the Cosmos clicks and pauses code and inference from earth to sky pattern shepherds chaos from nonsense to meaning foundation and base erect geometric mirrors

A Hardcore Exchange compulsive scrolling focus ... on and on no circumspection economy, in my back pocket, a matrix upon my lap, love replaced with likes the glint in your eye blurred with digital cataracts,

My Satellite, At Conception once around a twirling, soaring helical solaris number three on the call list bonded to my satellite we do-si-do down the never-ending whirl-pool how many moons hold hands with

Diatoms and Division, Lovers and Wormholes ( Spacetime Skeletons an ebullient rupture upset claustrophobic introverted interiors rattled the bones demanded dancing you'd never wear your gear inside out

Ethan, lost in his quest for meaning, faces a haunting mirror that reveals his deepest despair—leading to an inevitable embrace of the void.

Maimed Deity maimed deity singed arteries transformation fallen angel mother nurturing veins tears and milk flow generously a love tithe starved concern, adoration circumvented diverted to omission liars

Bliss in Exchange grounded angels weep skies open nephilimic tears dissolve aches soothe soil balm scars earth-born angels will weep fill oceans and jet streams with showers, droplets and dew bear generations

Starlings and Willows Link to audio bLog It is that time again Hivelanders. Christmas is done and dusted, and the holiday season put to rest and back into the boxes in the basement or attic. Father Time

Willow Corps D'Esprit configure, converse with your shields a myriad of alters perched upon your shoulders under your thumb under your foot over your head changeable inflexible or so you remember did you

To the Other Side of the Marble etched thoughts quantum meanderings trembled frequencies entangle and resonate to the other side of the marble helical questing white knuckling an event horizon slipping,

Pyromania Pigmentation the slate is askew leaning to the center correction ... upside down a long leg favuors the right the easel tilts left the soil is wobbly the palate is muted but for a fiery blemish

I wrote this piece immediately after seeing the short film titled THE HOUSE IS BLACK by Forugh Farrokhzad, an Iranian Poet and film maker. The film reflected the suffering and sadness of people living

I dream of a surplice and plastic plants trapped inside curtains covered by electric lamps. There the room grows big with its ghosts and sleeps. Who will gently open the door into where i debone my fears

Image Source What is our purpose? Really, why are we here, living out these lives, facing each day? Are we here just to wake up, work, make money, and do it all over again? Or is there something deeper,

Have you read the story of the rich man in the Bible? The man who accumulated lots of wealth and properties but never had a purpose? All he ever cared for was himself alone without considering the poor