Weapons, disguises, to rise when lying.

A lion, a bird, the God's honest truth, the "Word."

What's heard, to make, to align, to…

The Bottomless Pit, the risks to hiss.

A blood bound pact, I then slit my wrists.

The death, the reason, the Scorpio…

Flip-flop!…

Forest fires, desire, when to hire?

Read my lips, "You're a fucking liar!"…

The Minerval Degree, the Owl's eyes that are hidden.

Getting rid of the Antichrist, yes, good riddance.

My Sun, my Hor, my Marduk, the…

Bound by time, the third root race.

To create man from clay, was this a mistake?

Here's a hint, the bloodline runs deep.…

Unleavened bread, the body that breaks.

A virgin "birth", the God that creates.

Fresh to death, to rise like the stars.

My…

Horizon like lies, from East to West.

The goal of this bloodline is to be the best.

The Morning Star is always at…

The Dragon that's Lung, a song that's sung.



Your interpretation of fun is suicide like hung.



Always forever young, in war with the alien like Bun.



The Pirates of the Caribbean, we turn to the rum.



Wishes…

I found this art therapy exercise on youtube via a channel called "IABET- Consciousness Through Art." In combination with my personal therapist I started creating a series of similar art using this or similar methods. As part of the art therapy, and especially for this one in particular, after the artwork is finish you spend time processing…

Roses are red.

The finale, it's dead.

Like she…

This is a reoccurring dream I have had since I was 14 years old... 

I live in a shack that is not a shack because it is a home. I am doing the dishes and contemplating the fact that I am aware that I am dreaming and how beautiful the knots and whorls in the wooden wall panels are. There is anticipation, expectation for the coming evening. A guest is coming for dinner. Someone who has long been familiar to…

I've been doing a lot of work on my emotions and learning to accept and integrate each of them as part of my whole being. Often during art therapy part of acknowledging, understanding and accepting an emotion involves a, often cryptic, conversation with it. As such the process has a tendency to personify what you feel. It humanizes the parts of you that you have been taught to dehumanize. This is a poem about Fear as someone I walk this path with and love very…

Lean mean money making machine.



The green, the adict, the wrist watch on the wrist.



One to hiss, bound by time.



Sniffing souls one day at a time.



The Mark of the Beast is really a hit.



The 2nd Amendment is really the shit.



Here's a kiss for those that lie.…