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Creative juices
Creative juices

Creative juices

You can’t sit with us
You can’t sit with us

You can’t sit with us

These are hard times for dreamers and love-lost believers (at Santa Monica, California)
These are hard times for dreamers and love-lost believers (at Santa Monica, California)

These are hard times for dreamers and love-lost believers (at Santa Monica, California)

I remember our dance like it’s the only one I’ve ever known. The way we move within our own magnetic field. Electrified by the energy that flows between us, drawing us closer towards the epicenter of existence, igniting every cell to show us how it feels to truly be alive.
I remember our dance like it’s the only one I’ve ever known. The way we move within our own magnetic field. Electrified by the energy that flows between us, drawing us closer towards the epicenter of existence, igniting every cell to show us how it feels to truly be alive.

I remember our dance like it’s the only one I’ve ever known. The way we move within our own magnetic field. Electrified by the energy that flows between us, drawing us closer towards the epicenter of existence, igniting every cell to show us how it feels to truly be alive.

Showing up in any other way than with pure authenticity is reckless
Showing up in any other way than with pure authenticity is reckless

Showing up in any other way than with pure authenticity is reckless

Snakes are slithering through my veins
Heart beating to a chaotic drum 
An iron fist clamps around my lungs 
Wait for the quiet that usually comes
Each breath is laboured, a battle inside 
Fuelled by pulsing discomfort that grows within
My stomach turns and my heart, it yearns 
Thoughts morph and race, twist and spin
Gravity is pulling me inside out
My heart seems destined for the Earth’s core
It’s leaving my body and seeping out 
This vessel can’t contain it anymore 
Everything feels so bent out of shape
Being and body no longer aligning
My eyes are closed as I search for some peace
But I find this body awfully confining 
Hollow thuds in my chest sound like a countdown 
Till my head is too tired to house it’s own mind
But the battle within is fought for no crown 

It’s an endless crusade lead by the blind. 
Snakes are slithering through my veins
Heart beating to a chaotic drum 
An iron fist clamps around my lungs 
Wait for the quiet that usually comes
Each breath is laboured, a battle inside 
Fuelled by pulsing discomfort that grows within
My stomach turns and my heart, it yearns 
Thoughts morph and race, twist and spin
Gravity is pulling me inside out
My heart seems destined for the Earth’s core
It’s leaving my body and seeping out 
This vessel can’t contain it anymore 
Everything feels so bent out of shape
Being and body no longer aligning
My eyes are closed as I search for some peace
But I find this body awfully confining 
Hollow thuds in my chest sound like a countdown 
Till my head is too tired to house it’s own mind
But the battle within is fought for no crown 

It’s an endless crusade lead by the blind. 

Snakes are slithering through my veins

Heart beating to a chaotic drum

An iron fist clamps around my lungs

Wait for the quiet that usually comes

Each breath is laboured, a battle inside

Fuelled by pulsing discomfort that grows within

My stomach turns and my heart, it yearns

Thoughts morph and race, twist and spin

Gravity is pulling me inside out

My heart seems destined for the Earth’s core

It’s leaving my body and seeping out

This vessel can’t contain it anymore

Everything feels so bent out of shape

Being and body no longer aligning

My eyes are closed as I search for some peace

But I find this body awfully confining

Hollow thuds in my chest sound like a countdown

Till my head is too tired to house it’s own mind

But the battle within is fought for no crown

It’s an endless crusade lead by the blind. 

• There is no immobility, only movement •
• There is no immobility, only movement •

• There is no immobility, only movement •

Surrender

I give myself to sweet surrender

Drowning in your ocean-filled irises

Tasting the salt water that drips off your skin

My white flag waving as you take me in

I surrender myself to your all-knowing hands

They’re masters of the land that stretches

From the crown of my head to the tip of my toe

As you make my skin quiver the way only you know

I close my eyes and savor this sweet surrender

Giving in feels better than I remember 

We’re All Mad Here

Aren’t we all on the brink of madness? Skipping along the line that straddles insanity and normalcy? Though normalcy is simply a carefully constructed illusion, and so we must peer past facades, deep into the madness that dwells in every soul. The madness that drives you to love, obsess, dare, scare, hope, persevere, retaliate. Or the lunacy that coerces you into hiding, into holding back, madness that resides deep within you, trapping you in a vortex of doubt and apathy, fear and complacency, conformity and defeat. Have no doubt that you possess your own wild serving of crazy, that your every decision drips with the leftover insanity you could not quite contain or compartmentalize. Will you harness it or hide from it; channel madness into genius or mayhem? 

Pick your path
Pick your path

Pick your path

The Secret Garden
The Secret Garden

The Secret Garden