as the world surges with change echos of impulses resound ingrained distrust taints perceptions while the lies pile with posturing shadows of death linger in incisors reapers spewing toxic reign yet hope glimmers with aspirations as slivers of humanity connect honest hearts the uprising awakens with rage shifting old paradigms shattered new vision shapes contours inflections of purpose aligned no longer settling…

I keep bouncing with the motion of the chaos and commotion, as I trip out on the strange things that I see. It’s the man walking down the street, stumbling haphazardly with bare feet, seemingly lost to the streets where he stays. I follow steps behind, with attention in my…

my balls start to tingle with thoughts of you echos of bliss reminisced, sparking an uplift an extra glide in the stride, as I shift that weight with pride just swinging divine, memories in mind carrying me through my day, as I pause between play longing to be together, pleasure without measure growing stronger, carnal hunger relishing release your kiss in the breeze, just…

sometimes I feel like a fool caring in a world that exalts greed over compassion, dominance over unity, exploitation over sustainability, the mob over the individual… Yet creativity continues to flourish within the dreamers and doers, cresting curls of inspiration, among the ebbing tides of liberation. The jagged fringe of commercialism…

The realm envelops with a warm embrace, senses tingle in the raptured space. Heightened by a sensual soundtrack, reverb roaming rhythmically — digits down your back. A menage a trois brewing, you, me and the tempo stewing, clothes pealed with hearts revealed, frequencies transcend, while dimensions bend. The bass resounds as the drums pound, and now the lead exceeds…

It starts with a mighty roar, easing into fluid motion, as the sawgrass bends below the airboat bow. Lilies, mosses and algae filter the meandering river, the foundations of stability resonates within the green, swaying and rippling — buoying the breeze. As the rumble glides and slides side to side, the shallow tenuous trails open into infinite…

Step out into the Everglades - what do you see? Within the vastness and the green - notice the debris? Cans, bottles, bags, rags - crusty packages, abandoned scraps, left for lapse - a symptom of societal collapse. Maybe it is easier to walk by and let it lie - yet it genuinely feels…

Bubbles float with the breeze, but who is directing the current? Ancestral trails left to trace, following patterns setting the pace. Legacy lineage defined by skin spectrum kinds - making money, and rules from the inside. Value compromised with systematic tides, exploitation refined, and too many died - indigenous genocide! Consciousness stifled, yet compensated with rifles, feeling…

Are you aware of the human condition, in touch with the basic provision that we are free beings living in our own structured society? Yet too much reality reflects the sting of a corrupted mentality, as our programmed souls corrode with the passive scans of bar codes. It’s the profits over people with the greed adorning…