and wasnt it now more then ever that we needed the language if the heart to be spoken?  in broad daylight and at night...


ode to the love of the poor..

how evil, could get away, for so many years,  for so many generations with doing to the good and the poor what it has. so much blood in the name of power.. in the name of a cult.. how evil could run so amok and be left un checked? its a wonder, if this planet … Continue reading ode to the love of the poor..

A Golden Road..

then  she reared her head in my direction, riding bare back on the beast she said," i eat rocks, i eat diamonds.." my sword plunged into her and threw into the beast.. dividing everything in every direction the beast began its deaththrows and that world she was lay silent  finished Golden roads worlds ahead..


what were you waiting for? the rhythm couldnt have been in a better spot to make the transition from telling to harmony from singularity to concious flow  two notes  not in discord harmony balance it was never something that complicated.. just love