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…… Read more “Raphael Baldaya – 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.…… Read more “Raphael Baldaya – DOOR EXIT (AUTOMATIC WRITING)”
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…… Read more “Raphael Baldaya – Satan In A Bow Tie”
Motionless – less than thankful. Contrary to brimstone Sermons. Plato; Cayce dimensional blueprints. Disappear into the light of the stray moon. This is official Project Astral poetry…… Read more “Raphael Baldaya – Letter of Reincarnation”
Apatha Beneath the gates of heaven, the light is dim. Buried in deep sin I sing to the angels. I look for sympathy in the obscurity of… Read more "Raphael Baldaya – Apatha"
I found a memory underneath a piece of wallpaper; it peeled into a capability of everlasting motion.
Cornerstone brow, ships clasp, stutters mountain… Lands.
Backdrop, vacant patterns.
No, the substance isn’t in that formation or the fertility of the ghouls.
Tear the cloth — induced love picked a corner to turn into a fairy tale.