Thornbury Farm House.

So, I kinda sorta live in this place called, Heaven on Earth, in the Brandywine Valley. If I thought that this last year was over the top, things are about to get downright interesting now. First night at the Thornbury Farm House, circa 1709, and I’ve already heard gunshots out in the field where the…

Pressure.

We smoked them ’til their blood ran warm as the honey calmly sedated our nerves like oozing caramel melting on simmering tongues that spoke only of melodious things as it slithered down throbbing throats meant to turn and close like switch blades on lies, only to open harmoniously within the cadence of wings beating to…

Maybe.

No matter where I turn, it’s all a mother fucking lie. Everyone is so full of shit it sickens me. It enrages me. I really thought you were the last person in my life who wasn’t. But it turns out it’s a mother fucking Monkey. Ya know, I took the goddamn meds because I can’t…

Equilibrium | Audio & Visual Interpretation.

“I’m reaching equilibrium without them, ya know … the Pseudo-Gods.” “Equilibrium was always best reached alone.” “My heart doesn’t even hurt enough anymore to cry out that this isn’t fair.” “Hence, your state. Your peace. Your space.” “That’s how it all started, ya know.” “What?” “Space.” “How so?” “I was alone in an abyss. Floating…

Noose.

“I’m convinced I don’t want you on the road trip with me this time.” “Why is that?” “Because you’ll control everything and I have my own set of records, thanks.” “But who’s going to record you?” “The noose around your neck.”  

Low Roar.

There was a low roar coming from out beyond the railroad tracks that had long since seen their day. Over-grown bush, thistles and weeds choked its stakes as if they were the only living things left that cared enough to hold on to its memory. “I remember a few months back wishing that this train…

POETRY IN MOTION – GUARDIAN OF THE TIDES.

Guardian of the Tides The ring around the moon and the galaxies in their eyes told of healed horizons and forgiveness from epic lies. The man in the moon set his hooks from the guardian of the tides; casting them down to the earth for her to bite or hide. He lived alone in silence,…

And the Woman Reigneth Over the Kings of the Earth. Trick of the Mind.

Not a sound could be heard but the crackle of snow sifting through the panes of glass. As if a ghost, she slowly turned back toward the window with longing and grief rising in her throat, mirroring the language of a lone wolf … Silently calling out to nothing other than a trick of the mind.

Could It Be? HIM & HER = YOU.

HIM & HER There once was a woman who was banished from hell. Her unforgiveness was too much for her own demons to quell. She sat atop the world all alone, lapping up the venom that pooled at her throne. Her wickedness turned down stars and laughed at the moon, putting out the sun with an earth-shattering tune….