Talk To The Air


Talk To The Air:

Here we are again my friend

Walking the road of timeless sin

We are married to shattered dreams

A crack in the sky

The kind that makes loved ones cry

and our own heart scream

To finally break free from your soul,

But now where shall we go?

From loving an empty emotion without a goal

A contradiction, an empty kiss

Loneliness calls you her friend,

Then takes you by the hand

Turns you into a woman

Lose yourself in the evening sky

Love yourself in the rain

Change your gender, change your name

You will never be the same

A male memory

Talk to the air,

She’ll always listen

She’ll always care

Even when you feel

Like you’re going nowhere

I want you to break away from the old, create a new

But tonight my love, it’s all up to you


Unexpected Guest

Unexpected Guest: 


Upsy Daisy lazy sinner

A new day faces you

Will you follow the light of the north or the south?

It is the 7th day I pray 2 thee

To free her of pain and mockery

Screaming at the unborn eye

Of pampered love and strange requests

That only happens when she’s undressed

Pray for death to free your life

From the secret stress

Are we waiting for the unexpected guest?

Get Out! You’re not welcome!

Portraits of pleasure and pain in stained glass treasure

Can you see your reflection?

Pull the trigger it’s not a joke

Slice your wrists and cut your throat

You will be caught in a flood

Without a boat

The only way you’ll be saved is

If you have some hope

Immaculate dreams and pleasurable screams

They push me away

You caused a scene

In purple portraits of love and lust

Will happen no more

All beds will rusts

Here covers a rumor

Wasn’t expected for 7 years

But it came much sooner

We are gathered around the table

In a dim lit room


Now take a look around

We are laughing at funerals

And laughing at clowns

Listen, do you here a sound?

Your fate is closer from kissing

The unexpected guest

Will give you no rest

She’ll cry your tears

And pray for death

Will you open your eye little one?

Crackling in the forest

Hiding in trees

Screaming yellow curses

Reacting in pale silver screams

We are engaging in warfare

On the innocent souls

Believing in old fashion ways

Receiving in little ways

Before we kiss deaths tongue

We pray


Judgement Day

Judgement Day:


Orange skies and a yellow moon

Coat the action of the day

The smell of day leaves burning

And the sound of sour vivid blooming

Red broken hills rise from the ground

Candlelight escapes

Creating a new sun

A new focus

Heavy storms comes when the clouds roll in

Tragedy is surely calling

This land is ruled by the sun

Humanity is slowly falling

Contemplating the unknown

When we are alone

To find salvation in a wooden box

My obsession turned to lunacy

A rose jeweled cross

A weapon with a shadow

Prevent a slaughter of the lambs

My life is judgement day

To hang the cross backwards

And taste the bitterness of death

A masochistic whipping

Of all my alter egos

A dark journey

Is about to begin


Stone Walls

Stone Walls:

26418114-Dark Angel Statues Praying

The ceiling is your road

Follow the dotted line

It could be the last thing

You ever see

The alarm went off

It’s time

Don’t cry


You didn’t wish it on me

Nothing will change

All the hearts are the same

Peeking from the clouds

I see you visiting my home

Spinning and dancing

Skipping over stones

Until you hear the news

The wind silences you

Looking at the stone

That bares my names

Dwelling on the sight

Nothing will ever be the same

As grey snow

Falls from the sky

I’m in a peaceful place

Where all things die

Why was I never called back?

I cared too much

Broke the rules

Why was I never called back?

When my emotions took over

I began a new temple path

Go to sleep

I must rest

This new future

Is by far the best

Burying this side of me

My days are done

I go now

In search of a new life

You cried your life away

Put out the fire

Emotions will always burn

Didn’t you know?

You can make death from scratch

Carry your voice

Tonight I want to hear you

I’m waiting

Today is the last day of your life


Empty Temples Of Temptation

 Empty Temples Of Temptation:

18360131-Woman in dark veil looking sinister

I know her heart had faith in me

In an empty temple of shallow masses

The rain colors the streets

The doors are open

But I can’t see through the smoke

It’s darkened air

Sheltered souls wonder the brick path

With cloaks as their shelter

With the chanting of the future echoes

From the temple

Each lesson is followed by a bell

Each lesson a different souls will tell

Walking in front and behind me

They judge me with every echo of the bell

What was once yours is not forgotten

What could be yours is up to you

Maybe it’s too late

Have you ever heard of fate?

It creeps into your dreams

And teaches you to hate

They circle you

Chanting in the rain

Nothing will be the same

If you give in to pain

Go in the temple

And see the great golden alter

You can create your own death from scratch

If you had her heart

The journey is made

You must protect it

So yours will be saved

The light will shine a new day

Welcome to the desert you have found

Of unspeakable sin and pleasure

Wait here and we’ll get you at sundown

Mans greatest temptation

Has always been revealed here

What is your temptation?

We will find out before the night is done

Just like a portrait of lust

What captures you will set you free

A roar from the west

A black and silver scream

Hear the backwards parade

Sing of erotic themes

Naked bodies rise from the ground

And cloths cover their mouths

Their rose sent tangles it’s way into your breath

You can’t fight fate

It is here

Your heart was mine

From the day you drank me

I’m real, touch me

I will spend my life with you

A kiss of life

A kiss of death

All you have to do is kiss me



City Magick Part 2

City Magick Part 2


As a continuation from my rant from yesterday, I had a eureka moment this week.  For decades, I have been trying to study witchcraft with fluctuations of high and low success.  I would feel myself becoming resentful and jealous at wilderness retreats where my fellow witches would get a surge of energy.  I felt that the outdoors felt like a hospital, it was a great place to heal but a depressing place to be.  I would leave these retreats the opposite of everyone else, the best way to describe it was soul sucked.  I felt depressed, anxious, and drained the longer I spent in the mountains of Colorado.  This was a bizarre reaction considering I wanted to be witch. When I would try to go back to the city to get recharged, people looked at me like I was crazy.  I have always lived by the motto, “Look where everyone is going and run the other direction.” This was a struggle until I went to New York city.  As I was walking in Manhattan, I felt alive for the first time in decades! At first I thought it was because I learned how to tap into smaller amounts of energy from nature in the city, like Central Park.  This wasn’t the case, I was getting my energy from the streets, buildings, people, sirens, you name it.  Then it hit me, I was a city witch! The dots finally connected! My most depressing times were when I lived in the mountains and country.  My greatest happiness was when I was living in Denver and worked in the heart of it.  This started a chain reaction, I get my energy from city life, my mythology is rock stars and movies, my modern muses and goddesses were suicide girls and the gothic culture. It was time for a change, out with the old and in with the new.  Traditional witchcraft with entries old mythology felt sterile and dead, the opposite of what I wanted from witchcraft.  I needed to start a new path! I finally found the missing link in my Book Of Shadows: To replace nature with urban.  Now it’s time to rewrite my Book of Shadows with this new insight.  I want to blog and posts this journey now that I have the final piece in place.  It’s time to publish my Book Of Shadows. The skyscrapers are my temples, nightclubs are my coven and the subways my underworld, it’s time for a new path. A path of City Magick.

Ghost In The Machine

Ghost In The Machine:

Black lips

The ghost on the other line

Answers with a cold indifference

Trying her best to be human, but fails

Once the voice dims, technology begins to change

The cold voice turns human

Inviting your dream to speak

As dreams become flesh

As technology become bone

A hybrid of two worlds

The transformation of thought

A breath of life

My dreams are transitioned

From the unseen to the seen

Shared and explained

My ghost is now in the machine

Bringing  life like never before

From Blindness to sound

A dark world is unveiled