Follow your dreams and ambitions, don’t let anyone deter or hurt you. Never change to suit someone else’s agenda, be yourself, live and laugh. Explore topics of interest, get educated or start a career in a field you like. 

“Walk on the path that is empty and eventually, people will follow.”

It gets hard at times, harder so when you are pushed and beaten to the bottomless pit by greedy vipers intent on ruining the love and compassion that pours from your heart. It’s not enough to stand aside and let the darkness encapsulate the light or sit silent as the clouds block out your sunshine. It’s not enough to deter the evil whilst passively ignoring the cruelty that is so dominant in the world. It takes truth, courage, fearless warriors that are destined through their lives to lead and rise up and rebel. There is no violence to come, only peace. Peace can attain a thousand armies of justice, more so than the pitiful weapons of the scared. True love and insight is born from the seed planted since time immemorial. An angel guides you into the chambers, you seek your path and beat it until all those nay-sayers are begging for forgiveness. You walk confidently among the beautiful hearted, the caring and sweet tendered, musically lipped friends that you are safe with.

Fear no evil, see no evil, be no evil.


Be strong and have willpower,

choose your decisions wisely,

determination is your guide,

embrace the positive,

the zoo in the city,

the tiger in the suit,

the ape at the podium,

and the sheep at the altar,

be a leader among cowards,

and an example among the pitiful,

lead the sun into the sky,

and be at high tide all the time.


A drop in the ocean of nostalgia,

seek to hurt and cause pain,

black ivy cursing down your spine,

chip off the perfection until you cry,

rise up squirming through the horizon,

fighting back those tears,

building a new castle,

conquering your fears,

a droplet in the moat,

nothing but a joke,

deciding to be the lake in a simmering fire.

Hermosa Música

Not the first time, won’t be the last,

Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there-on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

and whose out there to save us from ourselves,

a burden streaming through a black hole in the midst of space,

collecting dust as we move towards the final point,

our solitary bleep of life,

almost forever gone,

this isn’t the first time and it won’t be the last.

Time to take up irons,

this land is mine.

Carpe diem,

gather ye rose buds while ye may,

old time is still a flying,

and this same flower that smiles today,

tomorrow will be dying.

Compound 678: Idiocy

Lock down and shut up,

open your mouths,

we’re here to spray you,

no illusion, just atrocity,

compound 678, idiocy,

it’s grown since the son,

it’ll never be undone,

eat the dirt,

feel no emotions,

be selfish,



that’s how they like it,

but it’s gone too far,

the compound doesn’t care who we are,

striking people day after day,

can’t think for themselves,

don’t want to be empathetic to someone else,

holes become mountains,

nature becomes a burden.


I wake in the morning,

got the sun upon my face,

pick up my guitar,

feel the wind start the day,

look out to the distance,

wondering how far the birds have flown,

all the while sitting,

awaiting the future to come,

seeing blooming flowers,

and lilacs of all galore,

you’re all in need of love,

just knock at my door.

It Happens

When you least expect it,

anytime any place,

it’s almost like a race,

finish and then look back with a beaten smile,

designer dog and expensive car,

returning from work,

wondering who the **** you are,

grasping at the nostalgia,

of days long passed,

trying to climb out,

of that sack of ballast.

Another Brick In The Plan

It started off a joke,

but now people have actually croaked,

there is absolutely no hope,

especially from the pope,

as masses waltz brainless into the divide,

wishing for their own control,

giving into fear and cowardness,

seeking no redemption,

content to be still,

whilst others will,

become the gem in the stone,

the light in the dark,

the fight from the start.