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They say love and fear live next to each other. Or is it hate and love.. Regardless, love cannot exist without another force. It is nature after all of course. Love needs fear to challenge it. & Hate, to reckon with. And in the end if it is true, love reveals itself & prevails to…

What is it with me and not being able to accept love? What is it with me and refusing to let something good affect me? What is it with me not letting kindness interfere with my daily routines? What is it with me and negating any hope for something positive to grow in my world?…

Pain locks memories. Tension builds up inside Blue is red sometimes purple But it not white We bleed to feel familiarity We scar our canvas to Unlock the pain We summon the warrior inside of us To feel whole again Green is everywhere We cultivated this planet The knowledge was ours to tame … Ancestors…

My heart is a consignment shop. It almost feels as if I spent my teenage years buying. Buying all the bullshit that I thought I needed. Filling the void for acceptance with meaningless letters. A good grade B for basic C for cheetoes. I was have cheetoes for breakfast lunch and dinner. It’s no wonder…

I spend so much time on the road that I’m beginning to think my Angels and Ancestors are speaking to me through acronyms. Rihanna’s lyrics have become my hymns. Life path 3 Communicating Validating I’m exactly where I need to be

Thick smoke. Thick smoke.. How hazy can my vision be. When I’ve never known true clarity. Always on the verge of uncertainty Balancing my emotions with cluttered creativity I don’t know how to express what my heart feels Love is only fiction It isn’t real I get stuck in storylines for their romantic appeal And…

We got lit then walked around a museum exhibit-of a prehistoric art civilization- I’m sure in a past life we were the the ones who inhibited. Torn by war. And brought back by time. Maybe in this moon cycle you’ll choose to be mine.

She’s a unicorn, goddess she gets loud but she’s modest. A walking contradiction, new brand of Heroine– your latest cosmic comic addiction. Because she’s all action. She’s made up of angel dust Golden. Though her heart may be frozen, She’s back with a vengeance, Her weapons are, sentences. Of love.

I don’t usually do this. Comfortable is going home. Familiar is drowning in beer and pretending I don’t give a fuck. The old me would still be blinded by rage and hungry for blood. But that’s not me anymore. This may be meta, method somewhere in my head, yet another fantasy I can’t quite see…

My car was broken in to in a 15$ parking spot today in the city during my show. What’s the point of parking my Nissan Altima in the middle of an Audi and a Beamer if my Nissan Altima is still going to be model and make profiled and violated?! Bullshit was stolen. Empty jewelry…