The prince never had a life, just had an appendage reaching out for life Added to the hereditary state of life Who acquired these people, King of Naples and the King of Spain See the echo astral, watch endless space surround with pain Hear the scream in silence, hear the echo astral miles away Travel […]Read More The Prince
“What the hell is that?” she asked. “Who the hell are you?” I asked I have an idea. Genius. This is official PROJECT ASTRAL poetry -Raphael BaldayaRead More What the hell is that?
Door ENTRANCE. And she’s stationary waiting for the invitation to extend And she walked with scarlet cloth, through the hallway of records SILENCE. Jung archetypes adorn asterisks gently on rooftops Freudian textures teaching Tamas TRAIT. Mirror gazing projects her to a conscious reflection Reflection of consciousness projects her onto a mirror TWO. And she’s tempted […]Read More Door ENTRANCE (AUTOMATIC WRITING)
Door EXIT. And she’s in the next room staring through a stained glass window And the paint is peeling from the frame between here and somewhere STATIONARY. Parallel pyramids project her shadow on mute Euclid angles architect antidotes of a plane laced with pores FACE. Pineal paths drift her along a Phatnitic water Arrayed asterisks […]Read More DOOR EXIT (AUTOMATIC WRITING)
It was a Wednesday. ‘He’ didn’t feel like getting up. ‘He’ was cold to the touch. It was a Thursday. ‘He’ felt like getting up. ‘He’ was too late. This is official Project Astral poetry – Raphael BaldayaRead More I AM DEAD
Go out on the streets Feel more real Through music, through writing Over-performing I don’t like to repeat myself STATIC BUZZ This is an official PROJECT ASTRAL article. – Color PessoaRead More Static Radio Interview (Laura Nyro)
TIME MACHINE POET OF THE WEEK PRODIGY Born Albert Johnson November 2, 1974 Hempstead, Long Island, New York City, New York, U.S. Died June 20, 2017 (aged 42) Las Vegas, Nevada, U.S. Prodigy was one part of the rap duo Mobb Deep and an actor/author who achieved mainstream status across multiple platforms for his forthcoming persona […]Read More Prodigy
Dapper. Crisp. Resembles no one. Arms race. Chest caves. Instant coffee sits idle. Jazz darkness. Lost in the hallway. Righteous. Wrong. Thinks like everyone. Background noise. Trumpets sail. Drinks gasoline. It’s Satan In A Bow Tie. This is official Project Astral poetry – Raphael BaldayaRead More Satan In A Bow Tie