poetry

The Prince

The prince never had a life, just had an appendage reaching out for life Added to the hereditary state of life Who acquired these people, King of Naples and the King of Spain See the echo astral, watch endless space… Read More ›

Door ENTRANCE (AUTOMATIC WRITING)

Door ENTRANCE. And she’s stationary waiting for the invitation to extend And she walked with scarlet cloth, through the hallway of records SILENCE. Jung archetypes adorn asterisks gently on rooftops Freudian textures teaching Tamas TRAIT. Mirror gazing projects her to… Read More ›

I AM DEAD

  It was a Wednesday. ‘He’ didn’t feel like getting up. ‘He’ was cold to the touch. It was a Thursday. ‘He’ felt like getting up. ‘He’ was too late. This is official Project Astral poetry – Raphael Baldaya  

Prodigy

TIME MACHINE POET OF THE WEEK PRODIGY Born Albert Johnson November 2, 1974[1] Hempstead, Long Island, New York City, New York, U.S. Died June 20, 2017 (aged 42) Las Vegas, Nevada, U.S. Prodigy was one part of the rap duo Mobb… Read More ›

Satan In A Bow Tie

Dapper.  Crisp.  Resembles no one. Arms race.  Chest caves.  Instant coffee sits idle. Jazz darkness.  Lost in the hallway. Righteous.  Wrong.  Thinks like everyone. Background noise.  Trumpets sail.  Drinks gasoline. It’s Satan In A Bow Tie. This is official Project… Read More ›