The world

sorry been a while, I’ve been busy keeping track of whats going on in the world in its current condition.

I have had to do a lot of research on global weather, history, social justice, nationalism which exist in every, culture but of course! I have also been working on getting into to an activism group to help out the less fortunate, its slightly distracted me from my writing but I am trying to get back all the while keep tabs on what every nation is doing not out of paranoia but more for awareness purposes there is a difference between those two words in definition btw and I think paranoia of each other is what got us here

Without getting into detail I was on the bus the other day on the way to work at the pharmacy and I over heard some gentlemen speaking about genocide it troubles me quite a bit to think that human beings as a whole have a long way to go, even with topics like “race relations” which if we are ever going to talk about it first our vocabulary has to change from “race relations” to something that doesn’t compartmentalize and divide people by the illusion superiority to other human beings because at the end of the day, we are all granted the same fate of death.

that being said, I guess the good thing about these times is its when writer, poets, musicians, painters and all other artist thrive in capturing the human condition, the thing we so often overlook and misinterpret in one another, well love be well play nice, things will be okay I believe.

Instrument Of Gaia


Inter-dimensional being,

he’s not really

From this place

This time this universe

Or from beyond trans-

Neptunian space

Did you know

Sometimes he  

Shape shifts

he could be that

Cat relaxing on

The steps or

That plant you

Don’t notice

As you walked by

He could so easily

Be that golden spider

Weaving its Cosmic

Web, and at times he

Becomes an instrument

Through which Gaia

Can express herself

Sharing the DNA of

All living beings

Words As Dream, Will Come & Go

They have always wondered

Why he never memorizes

The things he writes

Though he has a very sharp

Memory of most things

He has memorize many

play-writes and songs in his

life and still

can if he wishes so

, although there are things he

Wishes not to remember

Not everything needs

To be remember

And so…he writes to let

Go, he writes those

heavy emotions

Down, coming into mind  

And they become like these

Words, sighs of a peace of mind

Blue skies & vanishing

Clear winds.

….That is why….

Witch – Space?

just imagine

if you could

Jump several

Light years

In seven seconds

but in between those

seconds you enter

a twilight zone not

a dimension but something

really weird

They say this part

Of space is

Haunted where the 

laws of physics & space time do

not exist, 

stars and galaxies cross

hyper space

begins spinning ,

Atoms turn inside out &

time not only moves

forwards & backwards

it turns in all directions

into a convoluted

array of tunnels

gravity teeters & totters

& shadows become 

living lifeforms

wraiths that wander

about the chaos

as you drift calmly

through white,

you’ve entered

witch space

and it should remain a

mystery for those 

few seconds not

A discovery

to endeavor;

Exit hyperspace