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.

ninja

scroll the feeds all i see is “look at me” but i get it because i am just like you we all wanna be seen and i know exactly how you feel we go online even me mister hot shot…

hit machine

blasts from pasts something snapped and i stopped being whoever i was suddenly i became a nobody on the streets couldn’t find anyone anywhere to even look at or listen to wondered if this was all some kind of fever…

SCREW YOU SATAN

if you wanna be an artist you gotta learn how to crash and burn Especially when times get tough and pointless wars rage on Do it for your grandkids Look strange from the sidelines Find space in the confines Of…

alien king

experimenting with sound, light and ideas lots more coming. want to make movies need to practise. no rules learn by doing. creating find boundaries take you there deeeep into the abyss know nothing be no one ever wonder in a…

this 1-8

start from scratch but you never really do get sick of brilliant ideas the moment they are born don’t care, change ideologies like underwear do reps in mind mazes shotgun symphonies, in eye gazes been around the block to mic…

breakthroughs

its funny how my biggest breakthroughs come from my darkest moods just when i think it’s all over a new light shines get fucking angry use your anger to fuel your dreams

alien papaya king

Mushrooms are the highest tech available to man. Psychedelics. Inner nuclear bombs. I know from my own artist process that these mindstates are very real. Currently learning more about different occult rituals. Exploring, experimenting. Powerful stuff. The whole esoteric paths…

Hipster Jesus

(country prog rock?) hipster jesus walks the earth with good skin and lots of followers he sits on a rock and gazes into the yawning desert landscape if only they could see the real me if only they could put…

one or none

we’re all ONE OR we’re all none when one of us goes to war we all go to war paradise on earth cannot be accessed until we all go there