Amongst A Sea Of Lost Souls


The shadows are moving
In darkness brings fear
A black wilderness descending
Upon restless dying minds

Silhouettes of unknown
And disfigured members wander
The sound of footsteps louder
Paranoia sinks in

Distressing laughters echoes
Demons looming everywhere
You lose track of the path
You sense it’s time


Black Bandana Man

Life's Lessons, Poems

He’s a black bandana-man
With a black bandana-fam
And when you see him on the street
Don’t forget to repeat
That you too, are a black bandana-man

Pay respect to the marijuana-man
With the twenty in pocket and cash-in-hand
Open your eyes
Avoid surprise
Surrounding the mysterious marijuana-man

Take a trip to the big-man-acid-man
Be part of the psychotropic acid-man’s-plan
Erase your existence
With little resistance
And the help of the allusive-acid-man

Now take a good look at yourself man
You ain’t no badaman-ting-fam
You’re wasting away
And seen better days
Now be what can be, what a better-man-can.

© Copyright – All rights reserved – – Oct 30, 2014

A Month Of Blogging!

Rants and Raves

So today has been one month since I started blogging and quite honestly I thought I would get bored of it! Instead, I’m an addict to blogging and writing. The first thing I do in the morning is check for any notifications from WordPress (a little bit sad I know), then the next thing on my mind is, can I write something that I like to write but most important you, the reader, would enjoy.

Follow My Dreams? HA! No Thanks!

Rants and Raves, Short Story

Do you believe in a higher power?… or in reincarnation?… or in parallel universes?… Is it possible that your dreams are trying to tell you something?

So, for the past month or so I have been having this reoccurring dream. Sometimes it’s night after night, (3 nights in a row has been the outstanding figure), sometimes I won’t dream for a week and bam! It’s that dream again.

Au Revoir Ma Mère Nature


J’aime le ciels bleu et clair
J’aime les fleurs beau et délicat
J’aime les arbres vert et puissant

J’aime la campagne frais et nostalgique
J’aime le soleil juane et chaud
J’aime la lune éclatant et élégant

Mais, óu tout ne va? Dans cette… la jungle de beton?

Seeing as I love languages, I have attempted to call upon my teenage years to write a poem in French. Everything just sounds more sophisticated! haha could someone correct me on my French?

© Copyright – All rights reserved – – Oct 27, 2014