Category Poetry

Started writing lyrics and poetry when I was 15 because it was the only place I felt free to say whatever I wanted. Been doing it since then. No rules. Only words on a sea of white like blood on snow. This is me at my most real, raw, and unfiltered. Like a wounded animal crawling back to his wonderland cave. My poetry is a trace of blood for others to follow. Nowhere to hide except here and now.

the killing fields

We are all serial killers of mosquitoes and loneliness We come online to share our war stories We were there as journalists as soul diers as freedom fighters as poets and dancers on the front lines of the killing fields…

Everything we do

Everything we do from the moment we open our eyes and rise We chase all kinds of highs and ride all kinds of lows Food, art, breathing, guitar Videos, music, books, people Whatever it is We are all addicts we…

ready

I wanted to be travelling already. But I wasn’t ready. Since 2019 I moved to a quiet town. Knowing I need to level up. I was just not good enough. As long as it takes. Whatever it takes. Call it…

mad rhymes

Prove the doubters wrong Play ping pong in Honk Kong With willy wonka binge rom coms Get over jet lag With lazer tag Team sadmad vs gladrad Hear the rat tat tat lose weight with fat cats get a lap…

RIDDLE

Thinker of thoughts, Dreamer of dreams FIND THE ONE THAT IS LOOKING And a secret Shall be revealed.

LOVE

Spiritual kingdom of Antarctica? Perhaps beyond the ice walls where we are not allowed to go. Or Shambhala temple of Light under Tibet inside the Earth? You only believe what they tell you. Why do you trust them? I have…

village people

Horse injured. Had to put ‘er down Now gathering sticks for fire Boots drying On lookout for bandits And wolves Gotta get to nearest village Can see lights/smoke over yonder Find saloon, drink, meal, gal, work? Leave these low down…

SOULDIER

have had to do things i aint too proud of just to stay alive but hey what can i say it was all survival learned how to play the game Born to win and lose and to be born again…

None of your business

None of your business   Got bills to pay Thrills to play The less i say The more you crave   The less you know The more it grows   Back on top Big breakthrus Back on the road With…

huaweu

my art is essentially a dialogue with myself different parts of me, different versions one day i am this another day i am that everything is for sale just name your price to create art is to embrace the madness…