Bricks
Bricks and societies stratification, but we are not walking free, condensing and colliding. Are we in Cul De Sac of social confusion, where ones farts weave there way into your…
Each Man Human
Each man human however history described has the potential power and will of a god, through many environments and degrees of control are burdened upon humans a sense of direction.…
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…