Bowing to the vodka god,I lived like a pleasureseeking missile, propelledtoward all things ME.Empty as a carcass.Hungry as a desert.I didn't see thestrawberry moon ofsummer.It was me and theFerryman, until theriver ran dry.Eternal winter forthe soul.And thenA revolution in...

Artists moving the culture across space and time - Pushing us across the divide, primal dance of darkness & Flame Some do it for the fame, the best do it from the heart. This artAccessing the inaccessible dark So much there Place where most don’t care to look or are: Too scared. Of the mystery, there.Like...

I do love letting my mind now roamin some poem within a poem;hear rhymes between these lines,put there by my unaware designs. Just a single moment in time,camouflaged under all this rhyme;the truer message I intend to sendwhile these stanzas...