truth of poetry



Secrets in art and prose

With the wine sitting on the table. Dancing with the flames of the 4 candles that are lit, all in celebration and memories of 4 years spent in an embrace of each other. Dancing through the grape vines and journeying the chasms of life. 
2 paths collided and spun in a downward spiral to find the handle just before the ground came upon the sky.
Holding each other tightly and gathering momentum and waltzing past the clouds and the crossroads.
Whispering the secrets in art and prose only into each others ears.
Kiss and enjoy the sweet honey from her lips kiss and enjoy the sweet passion from his lips.
Enjoy the day
Enjoy the nite
Let these candles burn bright. For next year we drink with 1 more candle and memories to celebrate.
Dancing with life and all the secrets in art and prose.


New book of poetry

If you enjoy the prose of The lizard king and the odes of T.S Eliot. The outer perception of William Blake. Check out the new full length book of poetry.  Out now!!!
Titled “The beauty of mystery” by Dorian grey


Check it out at any online seller of books!! 

Little Evil Angel – SoundCloud

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Adrift,( remove this)

restless rift

all just floating on a raft of anxiety and nervous pleas

paid the fee to cross the mindless state of america

Hysteria burns through the plains and pains of flight or fight

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life’s kiss is a “miss” understood rose or maybe thorns

when Horns pierce the side

Porn covered on all channels of snowy T.V.

restless minds

all kinds of binds and times

all adrift on a raft

Brightly stay awake

Lets dance baby

Through the streets, Through theses damned beliefs. A stray 

 Lets dance on broken glass, Bourbon and whiskey 

No more green grass on the other side 

Blotch out the sun 

Lets dance the night to day and dance the day away, Baby

Diamonds & Pearls 

Golden locks & Curls 

All is groovy 

All is beauty 

Lets dance, brightly stay awake

Art and Stencils

just a few stencils I have been working on.

Its cold out here

Its cold out here

The birds I cant hear

in the morning of dew has now become in the morning of icicles

Jack frost hasn’t just woking up, No he’s running rampid and chaotic

No sun , moon, nor wind will help cease his artful fingers

Its cold out here

But there’s a smell that refreshes the mind

Awakes the body not in the same tenderness as summer but with a pure potion on the edge of dawn

Winter shall we find it? Like a embrace of lovers

Its cold out here

Yet the dead trees still seem alive

the rivers are still flowing towards the shores and just maybe you can see what beauty lies beneath

Its cold out here, its cold out here

So stop to hear winters lustful sneer

Its cold out here

This is what you longed for!!

Walking down the street

 Lite by only a few street lamps but feeling like your shadow is the only one to understand

 As you walk to the station ending a run of such importance with elaborate meaning

The cynic in you says “This was a waste.

The optimist screams “This is what you longed for.

To the people that surrounded you all you can say is “Thank you my friends.”

Never to forget what you found out and learned the truth that laid in your soul

Remembering that after the thunder rolls

 The lighting crashes and the next morning is a site of calm beauty

 Like when you saw yourself in the mirror for the first time after she said “I love you!

The past flashed away, The present embraced by others, As your future watch’s from a distance

This is what you longed for!

So We Sang…..

Cigarette in hand walking paraell to the sea in the sandy plans

Stars fill the breeze with candlelight

Its peaceful up here

Below the tide where all is clear and ther is no where to hide sharks swim in search of prey (flesh of a virgin)

I met a mermaid once I was walking down the sandy plans of Copenhagen Denmark (Long Island in my hand and sunglasses fixed across my eyes) Walking down the beach in Denmark I stumbled, bummbled, tripped over a Tail A Tail from an enchanting beauty So I crumbled to the sand beside her and we talked

Telling eachother of the tales we endured

The lengths of love

I sang the songs of the land

As she sang the songs of the seas

So we sang…….

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