Friday, July 17, 2015

[Journal Excerpt]

. . .I only seek to transcribe my thoughts during my darkest hours; when I feel most lost. As if finally writing down my transgressions will somehow alleviate or dull the aching thoughts.

When everything is good and well, I see no reason to spend time in this reflective world. - Id rather allocate that time and energy to manifest something of tangible value, but maybe I've been looking at it wrong… I've been exerting all this energy on manifesting something physical that I haven't been balancing that exertion on growing spiritually. -- It's not that I've been neglecting nurturing myself on a spiritual level entirely… just failing to satisfy that which I intuitively crave - magic.

Thursday, June 4, 2015


Grateful for the mornings that became nights - and every night I was left to ponder.

Time flies by, taking with it pieces of who we were.
Eroding the exterior of our being.
Until an impermeable surface is left.

What's left, is typically who we identify ourselves as. Unrelenting; your new determination can easily be misinterpreted for arrogance or a myriad of other condescending character flaws.

Sunday, March 15, 2015


As the aged adage goes; "time waits for no one."

We often find ourselves reflecting on the past, whether it be in nostalgic happiness or wallowing regrets.
In a similar fashion we often look to the future, in hopes of some form of clairvoyance.
Resourcefully the past can often serve as a guide for the future.
"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it."-George Santayana

Our obsession with thoughts of both the future and past, can cause us to lose sight of that which is most important; the present. The current moment you're living in is ever-fading and you'll never be able to get any of this time back.
Tomorrow is a mirage.

Monday, February 17, 2014

Peace Love & Art Trailer

Peace Love & Art Tracklist


- Opening Words -
Bronx Forever
Genie In My Cup
The Experience
Made In The Bronx
Mind Trip!
Rearview Memories
Iran Contra
- DETOUR : Roll Your Weed ! -
Lets Just Get High
Good Weed, Good Drink
Priceless Paradise
Black & Gold
Its Been Real
- Closing Words -
There When It Counts
Peace -and- Love

Thursday, February 6, 2014

One Love

“ I wish we were all hippies and we did yoga, lived in cottages, smoked weed, accepted everyone for who they are and listened to wonderful music. - And I wish money didn’t make us who we are. - I just wish we could redo 'society'.  ”