A Poem About My Autisim
A Poem About My Autisim When branches are bare and leaves gone there is no hiding place, when autism has manifested in you. Inside you, it is open season, the…
Travel as a Naked Mind.
Travel as a naked mind in an unforgiving world of hate and greed, in humble disposition to greet those who cannot understand of my reason to exist. We are lite…
A Void
In the sleep a void, the mystery a flight. I a vacuum, a channel to space, tuned for evacuation to white light. Below gold sphere transmigration A.U.M breath in and…
Lean As Mean
I am walking lean; as mean, as possible. I will survive in the clothes that help me stand up, it is frayed and displayed and discriminated, thus according to those…
Mason Cult The Initiation
Human hands in ghostly white pushing into purity the walls of white drew me into the hall of initiation, in the oblong pod of a room, in the heart of…