Scratch the surface

When there is a hole in your soul and you look and you cannot find scratching the surface is a waste of time . .let the moments linger and let it drive you insane to find your way through a little gaping whole and soon the filling will be done untold and unfold breathe out the pain and in the life you have dreamt of for its what you want .  .

the bright white

Once trapped inside its a place where the lost never gets found where the night never seems to subsude but inside if you look youll find a little bright light it never fades it never dies it keeps you going through whatever haunts your way whatever crosses your path whatever lets you decide to let go just follow the bright white its inside of you and me and its my light and your light set it right . .

Barely making it, this one

So everyone has their good days and their bad days barely making it come on. . . .

what is that red line really some days I depress my own inner child into a full blown tantrum really I can honestly not say anything more about it . . .

Lost in a maze

Sometimes I find wonder in being lost in my own maze it might not be accepted by the world out there but it is mine and I will escape to it when needed

Its Just another Shade of Gray

Sometimes we allow ourselves ourselves to fade into the shades of grey and let the tears of our own internal deception hold us back from a very bright and rich future let the gray fade away and let the ever glowing light stay

Off of the road

So I have a strange magnetism for these little landrovers and decided to do a little design with it hope you like it

O got my eye on you . . .

I look through the vandalized widow standing at the door she opens her mouth and inside I can feel her hurt and it make me sore it scolds me as I hear her hearts plea I can feel how she bleeds and I yearn to have ever felt so close to another so loved so endured shared through ages and nothing left but the count of years I feel the pain of worlds and lift up my mind its time to move along your pain is not mine. . .I have forgotten the name of rubbish and lost words for the un-redeemed I have lost contact with the world around me yet I claw back in its not like I have given up or died within I am alive and well and yearn no more as I don't wish to settle old scores nor chase childish dreams its me I have and you and eye sore its the world I live and the life that leads me for new faint heated desires rise in me I got my eye on you. . .its all me. . .

the fire in our hearts keep burning

When there is a little hope there is a little light there is a little grace there is a small glimmer and an even bigger desire it grows and feeds even if you let it sleep it breeds to grow until you cannot contain it any longer. . .until there is nothing inside of you that will hold it back when you take a breath of it it burns right through you  your desire your dream your destiny for ever to be . . .

Schism of drive

united we light the way and divided we find our stay inner divide an all to human sign its the fatal demise of mankind bind the unbind-able hide the unavoidable its the mind that stood the test of it own divide that could relive the kindness and the madness all at the same time control that which is divided and begin to drive that which seems unobtainable the schism of drive the control of your human side. . .

Trapped I need to be encoded

I feel you i want you I want to be with you but I never want to see you feel you or be with you again as the world turns and my light begins to shine yours dim and the world which was yours should be mine and so I entwine for more as I relinquish you as I have more gazing thoughts fear and wonder for what in store as i wish to drown my soul n your eyes . . .Decoded trapped its not safe it not true I wish for what I've always wanted what I've always dreamed about the world is not yours its mine or is it ours in time

Flattened on the Floor

foolish drive and unassailable pleasure as i dream of you I am a man but when I look into those eyes I forget what it was i wanted to do as live flashes away in desire sway away from me for my heart is cold from the past I've just come out of the rain. . .flattened against the door or shall the gray be the floor

lava mold

Some days there is just too much things keeping us from what we can believe so flow like lava don't refuse to reach your full potential no dream is selfish it is a sign of strength if you can harvest your own desires

join the dots

yep just join the dots and join some more dots and then some more and hell why not just some more. . . .

Can you still feel the beat of the drum. . .

Unsung melodies and unbeaten speed the drums of the heart are on their own beat live to your own treasured noise and let the fuel for you life drive you until there is nothing left. . .let it be let the drum beat make you believe let the phases of the rhythm drive into your bones let your soul live . . .

I don't have to like it do I

I have always wanted to do some retro colored work that reminded me of my youth with an almost meaningless outcome to the viewer except for the possible color mismatch well so here it is its my freedom dove flying into a blood red space to deliver my destiny to my heart and the captivation of its route . . .what ever man so that's it I have done a couple for this week so keep checking in each day for some new designs coming up

So let the music move you!

Wow I haven't done a new design for the FW in quite a while so I did a little one for you all and I hope you like it I was merely thinking of some hard bass tracks when I created it and I think it came out quite well have a look and let me know. . .