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…
Through Cloud Breaks
Find me, seek me. for I am everywhere and nowhere and yet somewhere inbetween, I am energy within light I am daylight for I become bright showering shafts, through cloud…
Creeping Power
We must as a matter of urgency break from the creeping power of the middle classes and beyond you can hear in the confident voices the Hitler power the top…