Take a Ride through my Mind

Take a journey through the universe of my mind.

The left and right hemispheres.

The protons and neutrons.

The day and night.

The lie and the light.

Picture infinite blackness with synapses of white flashes amidst the abyss.

The darkest thoughts but filled with electricity and possibility.

Comets fly by like thoughts racing and if they ever collide that’s the end of the illusion.

I was conceived with my parents’ big bang.

I’ve been expanding ever since.

They say one day I’ll collapse in on myself.

They say my star will explode.

The say the tides will turn and I’ll burn.

They say I have no purpose but I infinitely matter.

Some say I’m not matter at all.

They say I’m mental.

I’m too enigmatic for many to fathom.

They assume decoding the riddle is impossible so they never try.

I dared to travel – and unravel the wormhole of my brain.

I was taken on an odyssey.

I saw God and the devil. I don’t know if I created them or they’ve always been.

I saw pain.



Fear and love.


But the chaos was a pattern that hadn’t been recognized.

So what do the mysteries show?

As above so below.

Inner and outer space are the same place.

There’s one verse we all sing.

God’s favorite joke is two, and the punchline, is that separation is an illusion.

So go inside my mind

but all you’re going to find

Is it’s been you the whole time.

A Prayer for Success

I threw my phone and shattered it. I’d had enough. In that moment I made a decision: that no matter what, I would succeed.

I thought of what success might look like. All the people I love, all the people I’ve lost, I could save them. I’d at least have a chance to — if I could only succeed.

So I wrote to God, my only audience, and asked for vision to see and the express the truth.

I asked for purpose.

I asked for mastery, so I can be so good they can’t ignore me.

I asked for the strength to stop needing what makes me feel okay and distracts me from the fact that I’m not.

Thank you for showing what needs to be shown.

Thank you for lucidity. Thank you for hope. Thank you for possibility.

The possibility of creating something is still real.

It’s still out there. I can find it. There’s still time and the future is untold. There’s still paths I can choose.

I pray I choose wisely.

God holds the pen and knows where the story ends. I pray for the motivation to continue.

I ask to remember this feeling, so when i do find success, I don’t forget why I started.

I ask God to free me — from that shackles of this world — and from the hardest prison to escape, my own mind.

I pray for understanding. I pray for love. I pray for peace.

I ask forgiveness of my vengeance. Forgive the hearts I’ve broken and the murder on my mind.

I pray to transmute anguish into productivity. I pray I produce content that wakes the world. I pray the questions I raise help others to raise their own.

I pray we find answers.

When I question reality, I pray I never lose it.

I pray I’m able to forgive my enemies, after I defeat them. I pray I never give up, in my search for success.

My Enemies

My enemies

are into me,


That’s why they’re so obsessed with me.

They’ve been trying to fuck me, unsuccessfully.

They’ve confessed this to me, allegedly.

Im seeing things clearer

especially on lsd.

The mirror came nearer

but it isn’t reflecting me.

We’ll See

They don’t fuck with me anymore

luckily that’s for sure

How can you judge me, if I’m ignored?

In love with me? Still unsure.

I went from being a

flunky not good at sports

to the monkey that owns the porch

hung me and bring a torch

wants me but she’s a tourist

Some see a shrinking forest

but I see my tree

It’s still standing

as I heal from the abandoning

Not hearing from my family

the tears still feel like vanity

mirroring insanity

The picture on the camera isn’t me

I miss her but I understand that nothings free

I kiss her on the hand then she leaves

And fall is when they fall off the trees

cuz everything has it’s time to falloff

but not me

We’ll see…