Forevermore.

You cannot ask me to come clean against judgement that no one has experienced before, especially when you know nothing more than they do themselves. Although, they have judged. Many times. Many places. Many years ago. They sit there, standing for us in solidarity, yet know nothing of our suffering. It’s blindingly and erroneously hypocritical…

this or that.

If this really a glitch in some twisted digital display, I don’t blame anyone for wanting to bow-out early. I have. Many times. Maybe we are A.I. castaways from a future we didn’t intend to invent. Gaming was never my thing, anyway. If I were to set out to play the game, why not do…

Webs of Crimson | Dream 2014

“You have to do this!”, her sister’s scream trailed off through the dust cloud billowing a veil between them. It was too late, her sister had been taken, snatched up before she had a chance to say goodbye. The stone cut like glass shards beneath her skin and the dust, like poison, as she gasped…

Glitch in the Matrix

I read fascinating accounts about people’s creepiest ‘Glitch in the Matrix’ moments, this morning. You can read it here. Fascinating stories of the Real Men in Black can be found, here. The stories reminded me of my own experience about 10 years back, while I was slaying dragons at a full-time job as an Associate…

The Edge.

I’ve been through it. We all have. Haven’t we? Jesus, I swear living as a human being has been our hardest trick to pull off. I’ve set out since day one to pave an easier road for those that have experienced extreme states and for those that will sooner or later endure it. I literally…

Move, Child! | Automatic Transcription.

You shouldn’t throw those words around like flaming lips in a one man show. As if you were the only one with the dagger. Ha! I say, as my mind scours the range for someone to mean their twisted truths, for someone to fall at my feet begging for a forgiving heart left bleeding between…

Levitation | Raising a Dream.

“The eye sees a thing more clearly in dreams than the imagination awake.”   Liz looked down at her phone, desperately trying to figure out how to text, “WAIT FOR ME,” to Chris. She had been in the interview process from the moment the sun rose ’til it set beyond the streets in some far-off…

Yours. Truly.

The treehouse still stands on the edge of the sound, where the waves crash & tumble and the feathers are wrapped ’round dream catchers of the ancients, that once were lost now found. They tether their night terrors to the moon to reflect back to us as dreams at dawn, where the last hook is…

Good Vibrations.

Well, I’m finished with Round 4 of Karma dry fucking my ass with a cactus. Yep, thats 4 “Manic Spells,” lasting 6-9 months each, through which I’ve managed to stay alive. What I did in past lives, I don’t know, but we’ll just leave that to the experts the next go around, if there is…