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 ›
So Full of Soul Vol 1
What the hell is that?
“What the hell is that?” she asked. “Who the hell are you?” I asked I have an idea. Genius. This is official PROJECT ASTRAL poetry -Raphael Baldaya
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 ›
DOOR EXIT (AUTOMATIC WRITING)
Door EXIT. And she’s in the next room staring through a stained glass window And the paint is peeling from the frame between here and somewhere STATIONARY. Parallel pyramids project her shadow on mute Euclid angles architect antidotes of a… 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
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 ›
Letter of Reincarnation
Motionless, less than thankful. Contrary to brimstone Sermons. Plato; Cayce dimensional blueprints. Disappear into the light of the stray moon. This is official Project Astral poetry – Raphael Baldaya .
Hobo Survival Kit
Righted my wrong by committing more wrongs. Mended those thoughts. Found a light. And a friend. The perfect match. This is official Project Astral poetry – Raphael Baldaya
