light reflecting

Grounding ones roots

Submerging thoughts in elements

Time elapses mind body and soul.

Ode to Kali

Ode to Kali

Arms of four

eyes of red

when on is emotional.


Mother of earth

slayer of demons

that of the emotional.

Dark heart

Dark heart

Take my hand my dear.

Together we will fly through the stars of the night soar through the shadows and darkness that clouds the mind.

Keep your eye open, do not dare blink.

 Feel my fingers pulling forth the veil that separates the world of dreams.

Yet heed my warning love, this path is not without trial.

You can expect to see countless demons of the night.

 You may be forced to gaze into the faces of the past, faces twisted and contorted by memory.


 Beyond the fear of the unexplained… Sifting through madness of one’s own thoughts.

 Forever pushing through the thick webs of toxicity, the outside oppression of one’s own universe.

 Just when it seems like darkness shall swallow you whole, and forever leave you in the presence of shadows. There comes a glimmer of hope.

That light is within your heart my dear.

Within each of us, ready to ignite upon a spark if only warmed with the love of one’s own compassion.

It is not always an easy light to find, for the light hides from the eyes

Eyes that squint under its brightness and beauty.


I too have seen the dark catacombs of one’s minds.

 Remember, that even when the pain swells in your heart, consumes the soul to the point of dismantlement please do not ever let go of that precious light of hope.

Expect tears my love.

 Tears of joy, tears of agony… tears for everything in between and for those who you never thought to shed again.

 Despite the darkness of the universe, let your light provide chariot and balance.

You need not to wonder in the darkness forever only to trust your own vibration.

The light of your heart.

Reality in contradiction

Reality in contradiction

Poach my vibration.

Level me to the ground.

Surge the negative energy.

Dark thoughts amplified.

Horrifying images that forever scare my mind.

Technological noise… that drowns out bliss.

These are the trials of the modern world.

A world where the prospect of hope lies in the fool’s heart.

Emotions frowned upon.

The age of the organics slowly breaks down

Chaos is the new serenity in return insanity becomes rationalized to the normal.

A virtual paradox of our on concoction.

Pills to make you happy and strong, keeping the mind fogged… for one is not to question that of their worlds reality.

The curse of the virtual world.

Blind we wander aimlessly about, minds conditioned and cleaned.

The future of our world looks bleak for the flesh of humanity… yet still in the darkest of hours we must hold onto the prospect of hope.

Can you hear her heart beating?

Freedom and the pursuit of happiness is but a dream… but oh how beautiful a dream can be.

Beauty wilted; the nightmare rose resumes to climb her trellis.

Silk petals raining down upon her feet, tears for the many who stay forever cursed.

Roots firmly planted her growth is strong, despite the inevitable climb.

Once upon a time she too thought their way.

Foolishly feverishly cling to the theory that hope for the future lies in the hearts and hands of the delicate system of illusion.

Then one day her dream turned into a nightmare.

Looking glass cracking as reality seeped through, and so the rose begun her ascent into the unknown.

Climbing her trellis despite the damage of the pending reality.

Empowered from within, empowered by thought, empowered by hope.

The sweet beautiful nightmare that is hope.