Unbegotten neverthere
Set against the tide
Fixed horizons’ paramax

Deepens potential

Gaping wide

Laid upon the stone
Before the unknown shrine
Self-proclaimed & thus ordained

Observes itself as from behind

Trapped within my own reflection time resolves
Gazing back into conception as life unfolds
History conceals direction pre-defined
Multitude of feeds recording

Forced to watch as though you chose this

More machine than flesh suggests
Guises of the light
Veils of blood remind us harshly
That we have an end in sight
Tender fleshed dream

Will forth the shunned thought
Grinding of an ancient gear which scribes the will of veneration

Crack besiege the former ego
Set free that which hath corrupted
So in flesh the tides draw backward
Blood for blood, no interest charged

Sick upon the tablet through which fate hath spoken
Heal the pathway sober and we’re home
Humbled in the lust of madness’ bitter-sweet-gift
Choosing to be safely left alone


Dragged before the court of introspective paraphilia
Judged a mute in silence to be born
Bred to saw yourself in two and banish the imperfect one
You slayed your unborn brother to be one

Then, as now, before…

For a day-job I work in film set fabrication, but that's not nearly close to the feeling I get when I'm writing or creating music. I'm currently working on several screenplays, but this site is where I come to dump my quick-fire ramblings and expunge difficult emotions or experiences. I hope you take something from these writings. Each and every one of them comes from the heart.

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