Feeding the wrong machine Anything that feels right And not expecting back What you want in return It all feels so wrong and more But I want to justify everything In ways that feels righteous But not do

[to know a body when it opens or is willing to be closed. that holds fragility yet transcends breaking. to think that you believe you're imperfect to look at. rearrange yourself and fidget when you feel

This was originally going to be an impromtu practice of thr same song which was featured in Name That Tune 018 - Locomotive Breath, but I ended up feeling more inspired by the free form approach. In fact,

It was the last bit of faith disguised as a hundred dollar bill and he took it at face value because...

Latest track put some lyrics on. Been writing poetic words out that tell a sort of story. I like how it turned out! Getting me pumped for the next. The song is an experiment. The vocals at the end get

Who am I? I am the one who sways with the currents. I am the one that roots in the beds. Who am I? I am Poseidon’s vegetable of choice, The ocean lettuce of your dreams. Who am I? I am but the humble seaweed.

Are enlightened individuals enlightened because they chose to be?

Was looking round Nairn for a place to sleep and found a sweet place! ▶️ 3Speak

I wanted to write a quick update on the things I see happening and where I think things are headed. Something very bad will happen this December/January. I’ve known about this timeframe for some time,

A piece I wrote about my father

Be aware dark creature not to succumb to living a rhythm that you think is better than your own You already have a rhythm, you are trash, you have legs, and this rhythm sustains you to flow to another

Barcelona-based artist Ricardo Cavolo brings his elaborate characters to life through intricate symbols, vivid colours and playful motifs. Across cultures far and wide, the eyes are said to be a window

Landscape mode on your smartphone is the best way to view this work! How would you describe Strife? A bitter sometimes violent conflict or dissention An act of contention Earnest endeavor Strife in the

Landscape mode works best with my pieces! You might think you’re a dork Your friends find your goofy-ness endearing You might think you’re an a-hole Your co-workers think he holds me to a high standard

When viewed on a smartphone, turn it on it's side! Long and sandy with a breeze to keep you cool ALWAYS bring your hoodie It may be clear, or overcast and cloudy, but the wind will blow Oregon’s pristine

My pieces are best viewed with your phone on it's side!!! It’s been hot for a week, 95, hot, bright and clear The cars look like they just drove off a showroom floor Bright and shiny Red, blue, black,

If viewing on a phone my works are better when it is turned on it's side! What comes to mind when you read the title? Is it a forlorn path with thorns and sticks to catch your ankles? Can you hear the

This IS my sonnet of discordance Poems of imagery, theme, not structure, rhyme Things that caress you, but heal with time I have written strife, dissension, and dissonance Freedom from constraint to me

Every year he's destine to jeer to convert your smile into the darkest tear In your moment of bliss and sealed with a kiss You eye the abyss as the victim appears Thrown to the wolves while you embrace

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