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AMERICANA

EAMERICANA America is a strange land. It asks for everything and gives back accordingly, or so we were told. America is a strange land. It promises us hope in the midst of despair, but America carries immense secrets. An ominous and beautiful cloud is this America, roaming and roving its presence throughout. For what is light without darkness, what is beauty without the mundane. America is us. And we are America. A mirror. A gaze. This strange land of ours.

45 sSEP 13
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AMERICANA

THE VAMPIRES

ETHE VAMPIRES The walls shook, music echoed the floor Boys holding hands with boys openly Beautiful faces, sculpted torso, toned arms They leaned on each other, holding hands walking down the corridor I looked at them in envy I wanted to have what they had I missed the feeling of being with a partner exploring new worlds in conspiracy The music pulsed deeply, I lit a cigarette and slowly took in a drag The room was dark and there was an air of danger A quiet storm brewed Feelings of comfort and a flint of joy swam inside To be alone in a den of lovers, free and open shrouded by the night, the shadows, the dark spells This was exactly where I needed to be.

57 sJUL 26
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THE VAMPIRES

THE PHANTOM

ETHE PHANTOM She appeared again last night in my dream She stood there in the doorway wearing a red slip A man stood behind her I leaned in and gave her a kiss and barked at the man to leave She walked into my room We embraced I had many questions but she wouldn’t answer She began to raise her voice and wouldn’t quiet down Just seeing her alone gave me a rush I missed her dearly I missed her voice I missed her eyes I missed her lips I missed her spirit I awoke abruptly alone in my bed I stared at my ceiling and exhaled.

56 sJUL 18
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THE PHANTOM

THE HEART

ETHE HEART I left my heart in Tokyo. It sits alone in a room occupied by the other. She pays no mind, she comes and goes. Alone it sits, quiet as a mouse. It wishes it could be free. It throbs but makes no noise. She pays no mind, she comes and goes. I left my heart in Tokyo. It’s in a room, sitting above the shelf. I miss my heart. I miss you. I miss me.

46 sJUL 11
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THE HEART

THE CONSTANT

ETHE CONSTANT Each night we die What we were that day is no longer What ideas and notions we possessed have already passed Actions speak louder than words Silence resounds even deeper It’s a funny thing, this idea that life goes on. We inhale, we exhale. We worry, we laugh. I always say, it’s important to pinch out, look at things from above. Be wary of all factors, of all patterns, of all signs. Forgive and Forget Move Forward And most importantly Love Yourself You cannot save others if you do not value your own life So cherish it Celebrate it Live it Be The Constant. . #POEM #POETRY #PHILOSOPHY #LIFE #SELFLOVE #LOVE

55 sJUN 27
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THE CONSTANT

THE KINGDOM

ETHE KINGDOM I preached for fifteen years. From door to door, God’s Kingdom was nigh and the end was near. I wore a suit, memorized my lines, my bible quotes locked and ready. I was a machine, I awoke in the wee hours of the morning til the sunset, my white collar stained, yellowed from sweat. Magazine in hand, I was always on, never off. Every hour of preaching, every conversation shared, all was logged on a monthly basis. This was me from age 5 to 20. This explains why I am still untangling my identity. When I broke free, I worked in the fields of fashion, art, and tech, I applied the same discipline, the same rinse and repeat because I knew no other way. Eventually everything falls apart. Today, I do the same with my physical regimen at the gym, the mountain hikes, the lap swims. I’m still on the hunt. I’m searching to puncture through the ether. I believe in happiness, I believe in humanity, I believe in love. The end isn’t nigh. God’s Kingdom is here, it’s been here all along. . #STORIES #STORY #CHILDHOOD #KINGDOM #PREACHER #GOD

1 MINJUN 18
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THE KINGDOM

THE MUSE

ETHE MUSE Each morning I get up, brush my teeth, punch myself in the face and prepare a french press I always listen to music, I try to avoid the sad songs, music like the movies, often set the tone for the entire day When I love music, I love. Lately, I’ve been listening to Lizzo nonstop. I think she’s one the most exciting artists to come across our horizon. Her music is resounding, uplifting and is full of conviction. This life is a constant ocean. It’s a wave. An ebb and flow. Sometimes we get caught in the undercurrent. I know I go through my fair share. It’s the times of confusion and self doubt when you must listen to the voice within. That voice is the voice that’s always been there. Don’t let anyone choke you out. Be the vessel. Be the conduit. Be the muse. Oh, and listen to Lizzo. . #THOUGHTS #OP-ED #OPINION #MUSE #LIZZO

55 sJUN 15
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THE MUSE

THE PHANTASMA

ETHE PHANTASMA There’s quite a few things I’d like to say When I think of you I smile You were something else You shone your light the night I met you Your presence was bold and buoyant We tore in through the night Speeding through highways and hidden tunnels You spoke with a certainty of a woman who’s traveled afar To lands of mystery and intrigue You lived many lives and had many adventures You brought me up so high, so high I knew that one day were I to fall I would hurl down down down And yet when I think of you I see you in your room, humming to a song You were otherworldly Of the Forbidden The Phantasma . #STORIES #STORY #POEM #POETRY #LOVE

59 sJUN 14
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THE PHANTASMA

THE HIGHWAY

ETHE HIGHWAY In the morning, we ride a river The sun glares and blinds us We honk, sip our coffees and shake our fists Down the river we go In the noon, we ride a river A melody plays and we sing along We wave, we smile, we rejoice Down the river we go In the night, we ride a river The moon greets us We roll down our windows, our hands caressing the wind Down Down the River we go. . #POEM #POETRY #HIGHWAY #LOSANGELES #LA #FREEWAY #RIVER #LIFE

40 sJUN 13
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THE HIGHWAY

THE WOUND

ETHE WOUND The heart aches and yearns for days of yesterday It wants a repeat, a rerun of memories It wants to revisit the good times On hot days, I am transported back to Shibuya, Tokyo I feel the humid heat on my legs as I wander through the avenues, making my way to a house where I am greeted with a pour of red wine cold, a lighter igniting a pair of Japanese cigarettes and a set of stools out in the patio I hear her murmurs, her soft voice speaking in her sing song lilt, A quiet laugh A quiet look The heart aches. . #STORIES #STORY #POEM #POETRY #SUMMER #LOVE #SHIBUYA #TOKYO

43 sJUN 12
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THE WOUND

Latest Episodes

AMERICANA

EAMERICANA America is a strange land. It asks for everything and gives back accordingly, or so we were told. America is a strange land. It promises us hope in the midst of despair, but America carries immense secrets. An ominous and beautiful cloud is this America, roaming and roving its presence throughout. For what is light without darkness, what is beauty without the mundane. America is us. And we are America. A mirror. A gaze. This strange land of ours.

45 sSEP 13
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AMERICANA

THE VAMPIRES

ETHE VAMPIRES The walls shook, music echoed the floor Boys holding hands with boys openly Beautiful faces, sculpted torso, toned arms They leaned on each other, holding hands walking down the corridor I looked at them in envy I wanted to have what they had I missed the feeling of being with a partner exploring new worlds in conspiracy The music pulsed deeply, I lit a cigarette and slowly took in a drag The room was dark and there was an air of danger A quiet storm brewed Feelings of comfort and a flint of joy swam inside To be alone in a den of lovers, free and open shrouded by the night, the shadows, the dark spells This was exactly where I needed to be.

57 sJUL 26
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THE VAMPIRES

THE PHANTOM

ETHE PHANTOM She appeared again last night in my dream She stood there in the doorway wearing a red slip A man stood behind her I leaned in and gave her a kiss and barked at the man to leave She walked into my room We embraced I had many questions but she wouldn’t answer She began to raise her voice and wouldn’t quiet down Just seeing her alone gave me a rush I missed her dearly I missed her voice I missed her eyes I missed her lips I missed her spirit I awoke abruptly alone in my bed I stared at my ceiling and exhaled.

56 sJUL 18
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THE PHANTOM

THE HEART

ETHE HEART I left my heart in Tokyo. It sits alone in a room occupied by the other. She pays no mind, she comes and goes. Alone it sits, quiet as a mouse. It wishes it could be free. It throbs but makes no noise. She pays no mind, she comes and goes. I left my heart in Tokyo. It’s in a room, sitting above the shelf. I miss my heart. I miss you. I miss me.

46 sJUL 11
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THE HEART

THE CONSTANT

ETHE CONSTANT Each night we die What we were that day is no longer What ideas and notions we possessed have already passed Actions speak louder than words Silence resounds even deeper It’s a funny thing, this idea that life goes on. We inhale, we exhale. We worry, we laugh. I always say, it’s important to pinch out, look at things from above. Be wary of all factors, of all patterns, of all signs. Forgive and Forget Move Forward And most importantly Love Yourself You cannot save others if you do not value your own life So cherish it Celebrate it Live it Be The Constant. . #POEM #POETRY #PHILOSOPHY #LIFE #SELFLOVE #LOVE

55 sJUN 27
Comments
THE CONSTANT

THE KINGDOM

ETHE KINGDOM I preached for fifteen years. From door to door, God’s Kingdom was nigh and the end was near. I wore a suit, memorized my lines, my bible quotes locked and ready. I was a machine, I awoke in the wee hours of the morning til the sunset, my white collar stained, yellowed from sweat. Magazine in hand, I was always on, never off. Every hour of preaching, every conversation shared, all was logged on a monthly basis. This was me from age 5 to 20. This explains why I am still untangling my identity. When I broke free, I worked in the fields of fashion, art, and tech, I applied the same discipline, the same rinse and repeat because I knew no other way. Eventually everything falls apart. Today, I do the same with my physical regimen at the gym, the mountain hikes, the lap swims. I’m still on the hunt. I’m searching to puncture through the ether. I believe in happiness, I believe in humanity, I believe in love. The end isn’t nigh. God’s Kingdom is here, it’s been here all along. . #STORIES #STORY #CHILDHOOD #KINGDOM #PREACHER #GOD

1 MINJUN 18
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THE KINGDOM

THE MUSE

ETHE MUSE Each morning I get up, brush my teeth, punch myself in the face and prepare a french press I always listen to music, I try to avoid the sad songs, music like the movies, often set the tone for the entire day When I love music, I love. Lately, I’ve been listening to Lizzo nonstop. I think she’s one the most exciting artists to come across our horizon. Her music is resounding, uplifting and is full of conviction. This life is a constant ocean. It’s a wave. An ebb and flow. Sometimes we get caught in the undercurrent. I know I go through my fair share. It’s the times of confusion and self doubt when you must listen to the voice within. That voice is the voice that’s always been there. Don’t let anyone choke you out. Be the vessel. Be the conduit. Be the muse. Oh, and listen to Lizzo. . #THOUGHTS #OP-ED #OPINION #MUSE #LIZZO

55 sJUN 15
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THE MUSE

THE PHANTASMA

ETHE PHANTASMA There’s quite a few things I’d like to say When I think of you I smile You were something else You shone your light the night I met you Your presence was bold and buoyant We tore in through the night Speeding through highways and hidden tunnels You spoke with a certainty of a woman who’s traveled afar To lands of mystery and intrigue You lived many lives and had many adventures You brought me up so high, so high I knew that one day were I to fall I would hurl down down down And yet when I think of you I see you in your room, humming to a song You were otherworldly Of the Forbidden The Phantasma . #STORIES #STORY #POEM #POETRY #LOVE

59 sJUN 14
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THE PHANTASMA

THE HIGHWAY

ETHE HIGHWAY In the morning, we ride a river The sun glares and blinds us We honk, sip our coffees and shake our fists Down the river we go In the noon, we ride a river A melody plays and we sing along We wave, we smile, we rejoice Down the river we go In the night, we ride a river The moon greets us We roll down our windows, our hands caressing the wind Down Down the River we go. . #POEM #POETRY #HIGHWAY #LOSANGELES #LA #FREEWAY #RIVER #LIFE

40 sJUN 13
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THE HIGHWAY

THE WOUND

ETHE WOUND The heart aches and yearns for days of yesterday It wants a repeat, a rerun of memories It wants to revisit the good times On hot days, I am transported back to Shibuya, Tokyo I feel the humid heat on my legs as I wander through the avenues, making my way to a house where I am greeted with a pour of red wine cold, a lighter igniting a pair of Japanese cigarettes and a set of stools out in the patio I hear her murmurs, her soft voice speaking in her sing song lilt, A quiet laugh A quiet look The heart aches. . #STORIES #STORY #POEM #POETRY #SUMMER #LOVE #SHIBUYA #TOKYO

43 sJUN 12
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THE WOUND