Transmute The Fear

A short story from the dark side… You would never suspect I was a taker of lives. I didn’t grow up wishing to be this. I didn’t dream about killing my first victim. Synchronicity brought us together and started the deathly slow-train of thought in my mind. Slowly, it snaked round my brain. She wanted…

Busy bodies

Like little bees, always doing. The busy lives and the bodies keep moving. When self-reflect is too a dangerous a pool to peer in. The busy bodies never see their own reflection. People who for some reason find it impossible to think about themselves, and so really be themselves, try to make up for not…

Breathing Moments

‚ÄčI was told once that true enlightenment can be caught in one single moment, that stillness exists and can be found in the small spaces of stillness between each breath we breathe.  And they say if you can empty your mind completely, if you can find that true place of stillness, because it is a…

Vibrational Call

Who needs words My vibrations say it all Either shaking in fear Or shining so clear Smoothly does it Keep it in Breathe it out Words come later Vibrational call

My moon, my man

The moon brought clarity, so much clarity With the strength of a bull it smashed The fragility of harsh truths out into the open No closing this back up, lunar love The road is clear now but full of struggles Twisted and gnarled the overgrowth of my ignorance  Bad choices have grown into something worse…

Eyes of Three

There’s always this nagging feeling. Like my whole perception on life takes place inside a giant dome and our eyes can’t see round it. Unless you become enlightened or eat some ayahuasca or begin to die. You would develop the third sight then. But for now if you want the super sight for longer than…

The Voice

I believe: My outer self is a humanoid, a reflection of a person. It gets anxiety over miniature stuff, you know, things that never become disastrous. Yet I crumble as a human because I begin to believe my ego-voice. Everyone hears The Voice. It’s what keeps us tied to this crule world walking pavements of…

Empty Of Her

I should have protected her that night. My skin burns with white fire, brightest on the back of my neck, it sears. This ever present ever heightened new static state of being. Foggy but jaggy, the whole world now appears. I’m carrying in my throat the lumps of pain, regret and shame. Swimming through my…

Baby Stars

Baby stars curled up Embryonic Die young spit out gamma rays Form the Black Hole