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..


coming to a place of love and true care healing the new skin healing the new world the egg of the old as food for our garden the master tends his vineyard and remains in the future where no physical thing can find him. he invites you too leveraging the power of the infinite as … Continue reading Homeostasis


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

the perfect American Stoop

shadows of communication lines long shadows of power transmission lines salty lips from oceanas embrace. sun sheds golden tear in the form of beams and waves and particles well whatever you like, really.. nobody seems to understand that notion we just settle for the lowest possible value instead of reaching what we could actually be... … Continue reading the perfect American Stoop

ode to the poor, of the temple of the money changers..

when dreams became nightmares a consensus built on destruction of humanity. to destroy one, is to destroy all. when dreams became nightmares and whole villages of people were aloud to starve. when the poor, of the temple of the money changers, were forgotten.. when the love of the poor turned into twisted vile envy and … Continue reading ode to the poor, of the temple of the money changers..