apology, to my shooting star…
Sometimes I just cant say what I mean, or mean what I say. This causes me pain, and I’m sure it does to you as well… all I can say is:
I’m sorry for the lies I told that may not have been true… I’m sorry for the way I am sometimes, I probably don’t deserve you. I still think your a star, and you deserve all you want and desire- and maybe one day I can light your fire. This is real, the only way I can truly speak, otherwise I sound like a fool and come off weak- but I am strong,and a rock you can lean on when you need to-and maybe I just need someone like you…
it’s the little things…
this is all ours, lets seize. they hoard all the riches, but we need it. atop their pillars they loom, surly waiting to watch our impending doom. we cant them take our simple delights, i just hope that in the end we will be all right…
sinners lament…
The power of Sin, it’s weight too heavy too bear…
The pitch of the night made sight near impossible and more improbable the hope to find what I had lost; thus I shall have to pay the cost for such a blunder, loneliness and torture in the deep under, were he slumbers… His power over all an eternal struggle, one I could not fight nor win… for far too great was my Sin.
sprout, rise in the am…
Morning rays wash over the dewy grass and weeds scattered about. A view from its perspective, not much different from ares… just a really still life, I hear plants are master mediators.
Assume your power and right to make this day better than the one before, dwell not on the what if; think what next. Momentum carries you, just like time grows the weed from the soil, and it becomes a flash in the memory of the earth; we, are not much different. Snapshot memories, all we have to be remembered with, and someday lost, and at what cost?
new work, beatz by me…
I am always making music just experimenting, learning new things. So I make songs and some of them I like, and then a rework and remix them several times till I think they are good enough to be released. Well, I been working on this on; it will most likely be on my next album… which I am goign all out for, it wont be done for a few months more at least. So here it is, a d&b tune I call, “Wonderful Enemy”
to reach our destiny
The summer air brings with it inspiration, another short poem to enjoy.
The wind blows a fresh cool breeze that brings flower scent,
her arm around me, safe from abandonment.Walking together on this path that leads to our destiny,
snapshot memories only remain of who we both use to be.In unison we step, each footfall in sync yet free,
Our destination may just be out of reach…
yet carry on this path we must, and prove wrong all their ill speech..






















