The Bard

Weave me like the sun beams,

touch your hair and skin.

Give me all you want,

and I will bring the truth.

The messenger within me

has to play the lute.

A tune thats everelasting,

Attune me to your too!

Forgive me if I sinned,

I did not mean no harm for you.

The gates are open,

once again,

I am coming back to you!

The Bard I am,

The Messenger.

The one who has to Play.

The one who has to make some noise

To make my Mark be felt.

I am now the Shapeshifter,

Shifting through your dreams,

and if you do forget me

I Will make you See.




The Serpent

Feel me Now

I love that Expansion hits me this hard

Now I am another Level

elevated through the Serpents Wisdom


The Naga

the snake,

the Goddess,

the Mother.

Of course I can fly wherever I want to!


Why Do I Love Being Human?

Why do I love neing human?

The feeling.

The wait.

Waiting forever, and brining it in.

I’m not dependant, on you.

I don’t need nothing but truth.

Truth I find in melody, in sound.

The music videos bring me

such joy.

Things were different in 2002,

now life is more about surving,

still good.

Refusal to make a change is what is,

I will not revolt to slavery for you.

So let me be,

you draconic sin.

I will not let you destroy my tea.




I’m done.

I’m all over the place.

Give up.

Give in.

Don’t let them win!

I won’t


how you made me feel,

let’s go

to the park,

Ascension is near.


Moments (Keep Seeding The Light)

Light is pure.

Light is mine.

You are me, I am thine.

Please protect me,


as I search,

as We win.

I am not here to play.

I am here for conjuring!

Bring me peace,

bring me Love.

The spell is on.

Let it Flow.


Fresh and Dry

Straight out of the oven

The baked goods are here.

Sweet and mellow,

sour cream.

Fresh and dry,

combat my will.

No more excuses,

the bite takes the win.



Dreaming in my mind.



Feeling all Divine.

Pick up the pieces.

Bring me back again.

I will fly,

With you by my side.



Freedom is the key to be forever honored. Freedom is what we all need, to honor. No chains will hold me tight, I am like Houdini, except for the drown. Do not be discourraged by this fight, take it as a challenge you know you will strike.
I am so happy, so content, becuase I have found my purpouse within.

And I shine.


Rage Is Futile

Rage is futile

if no truth is uncovered.

Rage is futile,

if all parts are fighting,

a war that cannot be won.

So why bother to speak,

to hear, to be?

I don’t like questions,

I just want to see.

Mind Fragments Poetry

Moment Of Truth

Moment of truth, a snap a crackle.

Something within just brust like a bubble.

Electrified by your field of visions.

Exemplary views of hues and friction.

You are mine, I am yours.

Feels so good, this complex fort.

What can I do, to make you understand?

Never had the knack for talking through.

I just love to write. I just want to be.

So hold me tight,

because we go for it.

Not afraid. Not anymore.

Nothing can hold me back no more!

I am the shadow, I am the light.

Together they form the perfect rhyme.