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Updated on 7-02-2021

My Websites: A Profile of a Wild Brain & Altar of Tumble

My BusinessAnyThing4uStudios

MySocialProfilesMinds, Sphere

My Blogs/VlogsPublish0x, CentHiveIt, Novo, Ecency

Poetry, Writing, and Art ProfilesThe Write DeskMusician's Beat, The BrushedAllpoetryStoryWriteWriting.comFolding Story


I am a Traveling Publisher & Printer, Writer, Musician, and Artist

I would like to let you know 1st -hand that I live on the streets. I do not consider myself homeless, but Houseless. Home is where I lay my head. This doesn't mean that I am opposed to living inside, but I am working on the provisions necessary to buy a building for my Company.


I am not religious, but I am spiritual. I consider myself a Druidic Wiccan. I love what the Mother earth brings to me, and I feel that I am blessed by both Lord & Lady. I am not judgmental, and I believe in all things, but that not all thing is meant for me.


Politically, I am a Constitutional Centrist :)


Why is it that sometimes loneliness spreads like wildfire? ​

My heart is saddened by this rainy day as I sit by myself

on this rock of memories. Even a small hint of anger

I can feel rising from the depths and into the air!

I love passion, but a lot of time it's bites me in the rear!

I love life but life can chant a dance of fear and messes.

Tangling what I thought I knew into a blank stare from out my eyes.

I was told once not to worry when these messes roam freely.

I was told to think of the pretty girl I loved.

But yet those messes are all around and the girl I loved cheated on me. So this makeshift happiness I protrude on my lips, darkens because no-one is there! ​

So yes I do sit on this rock and weep,

Most of the time I drowned in sorrow and the sweet agonies that befell me, 

pleasing the darkness and all my worries. ​

I just atone for the things I've lost

Blame it on me who binds this fury very well..

Crying out the names of people who have to drag me down so deep.

My body is full of pains that I mostly wish to keep. ​

The big part of me wishes I could just die; ranting and raving to god and devil, and ask them why they weren't there either.

I'll ask them why they both lied.

Why they told me that with them everything will be ok?