Levere

I : A disillusioned, chaotic,fundamentalist, idealized prisms of a frantic fantastic voyageur whose brain is half the spear of the sun trying to escape from this frame I dwell in. The World: A deep dark dingy file cabinet whose visions are draped and trapped in thresholds of uniformed files idealistic to that of floor tiles  with crack in it's fragmented society. Shiny and solid from above but you see its fragility from below. It has for these few years taken  from me mentally as an artist reasons being paint is expensive, my ideals are frowned upon because of uniform morons in it fragment who range from ignorant, stupid or physiologically

Hey all. Long time I haven't been here, trying to get myself together through personal matters. Just of lately feel like I'm being pulled in all directions instead of doing what I want to do or believe what I want to believe. Well the kid is back and he's fighting all the way since life is trying to throw some punches at him. I realized that besides from art this site also has poetry. So as a means of freeing myself from the chain of what is the islands of Barbados, I will be putting some work for your viewing. thank everyone for their support through this time. Much love and peace.