A What If..

A What If..

  what happens when yo poetry don’t sound like nobody else’s? when you don’t go into “poetry speak” before you begin? what happens when your poetry sounds like your song, and your songs sound like your speech and your speech sounds...

The Raven Mistress..

I made a coat for my Lady’s birthday and it came with it’s own attitude and it’s own poem. went a lil sumthin like this   THE RAVEN MISTRESS 12.30.10 I am a beast in designer clothing a comic book fanboys’ wet dream I am an apocalypse of leather...
Feel Me

Feel Me

Feel Me come to me.. soul gardens to plant wing tips to clip and adorn as angel bits I wander in the midst of this time of time change bringing the gift of catalytic elixer with and in me moving movement till the air stops to breathe me baking stillness in the ovens...

Holy Shit

Holy Shit 2•14•98 I was born amongst fires and strobe light; natural fissures and crater cracks as demons danced and somebody chuckled for like, no apparent reason. And God said ‘Shhhh’, to the angel who peeped it when He sent his son down and proclaimed him His only...