Take them in your hand, Your brushes, your canvas, your easel, and palettes Paint your picture with oils, with knives and malice Create a visage so vicious as to tilt the balance- What the common man believes comes of what he sees. Create the narrative, an image, shape what they perceive And brushstroke after brushstroke [...]

I'm trying to be a bit more conscious of meter in some of my more recent work. Its just something I'm looking to try my hand at.

The difference between flying and falling is style-  Bodies of people who didn’t quite cut it litter the pavement. I wonder if they knew all they needed was a smart coat or chic haircut to survive? A certain palpable confidence and sense of swagger keeps disaster at bay. If they’d only flashed a sly grin [...]

Hearts don't beat, they sing. They sing love songs when they think they've found their match, and they compose rustic blues pieces when that match sings a different song. They sing up-tempo power ballads when they make good on their dreams, and they rap on rhythmic beats when they crave reinvention or a sense of [...]

I'm too colorblind to sing the blues. I'm more of a grayscale kind of guy. It tends to match with most situations. They say don't look at things in black and white. There's a gray area to everything. My eyes took that advice a bit to the extreme. But I still dream of the day [...]

As I sit still, This aura that I feel, Let’s me know that it’s real, In my ecosystem. It’s where I rest my head, My family gets fed, Lay me when I’m dead, In my ecosystem. As I live and breathe, Never will I leave, all that I need, In my ecosystem.