can't tell ya what it was...maybe somebody spiked my gin n tonic or sprinkled some dope in my chronic whatever the case it had me mixin Swahili with Ebonics and got this functional alcoholic feelin completely anabolic as neurotic verses began to openly frolic causin a...

  The steps walk dry,cloudy eyes,the bones vibratein the echoless wind. Some voices dance in hollow alleysother dreams die in the dim light. Hunger drags the skin.The rain caresses without a name.The cold writes on the flesha poem that no one reads. They...

I have always been one who delves,unmoved by books gathered on shelves,no longer willing to still pretend—I prefer each raw beginning to its end. So I set off once more this night,armed with pen and paper for the write,into this...

I will not fight against the darkness. I will not surrender to it. I will meet it in the demilitarized zone, With trepidation and without protection  until I understand that darkness only exists because of the light.   If it's dark here, it's light somewhere else....