I didn’t even see her, until one day I felt her stare, across my back like a warm summers day with a blossom scent in the air. I turned to catch a glimpse and saw a woman that was looking for her prince. After several exchanges of glare, I noticed a woman so rare. Something …

These words are all but had, is it all that I have? Lost in a prison that fills my mind full of wisdom. What’s the point in this system? Another day of delinquents! I can’t feel myself think. It’s gone, from this vessel of decaying stink. I touch the grass, smell the scent of the …

Life was what it was, in the early days of growing young. It was igniting like the thunder, casting its spell into a world already filled with some. You didn’t have time to stop and think, about what this is, a delicate thing. Living, laughing, crying and listening – to the twisted stories of delinquent …

I can feel death inside me, reminding me, playing with my energy of unfolding told. I feel her in the morning, at night and during the day when all seems emotionally fray. I’m not ready yet, to give up this day but as my energy dissipates, my frequency lowers over time, to remind me that …

I saw this mirror upon the wall and questioned my life of reality – if at all. Here I stand with no significance, looking for the answers to my penniless existence. I look to a world that I can not think, trying to create a colourful canvas with every subtle blink. You’re a moron! Trying …

Many people have been introduced to this notion to help us over the stepping stones of undiscovered oceans that pours out like a blood fuelled potion. Separation occurs to those with the magic lotion to suppress the information like it was no commotion. Hiding in the shadows, scared to show face, in case the public …

The Gods of the past look down on us and laugh as we try and discover this moment of chance. For they gave us everything they have; to understand this enlighten path, a small journey from a distant grasp. They will never return upon this place as we should learn to contact our chase of …

Time is a word that was made up to mean something that we can’t give up. Fabricating its existence to mean something distant but at the same time unfolding and holding onto a rim of a cup – almost ready to give up. Extenuating its grip on reality, of mortality for people that need normality. …

Living in a time of December 2015, Stardate 93547.72 has become a moment of a significant place. The elites have become responsible again for destroying tranquillity. Their need for wealth has blinded their fate of nobility. The children of Earth, be it of all living things know their place as they have not woken up yet …

I am here in a world that I can not contemplate, sometimes it makes me feel empty because I do not know the outcome of my physical self. I exist in a state of balanced conditioning holding on to a thought that was given to me by the positioning of people that give themselves priority …