Nintendo entrance. Memory machine. Ephod touch. Sun shines. This is official Project Astral poetry – Raphael Baldaya gRead More ’90s Light
INT. WYION MIDWAY SALOON – DAY AN YOUNG CARSON sits at the bar. He holds three belts interlocked together — it’s connected to a body of a dead dog. THE ASSOCIATE Not the usual method. CARSON Man on 76 sent me here. Told me to drag this hound. Told me to do it with three […]Read More The Blues never screams, whispers, dances… It stays silent
This is Time Machine Poetry created for one of my films. It was recited by Hussein Fatal from 2Pac’s rap group known as The Outlawz. He was a natural actor & we became close even though this was the only project we collaborated on. He also released a song based on the film… the concept […]Read More Apatha
Leave me alone I was here first. chaos This is official Project Astral poetry -Raphael BaldayaRead More Leave me alone
➖Heteronym➖ What I am… and what he wants to be Today I feel like yesterday That person felt like yesterday Myself felt like yesterday That heteronym felt like yesterday I feel like today which is yesterday This is official Project Astral poetry -Raphael Baldaya TransformationRead More Heteronym
Shine Front porch traveler. Back door man. Moonshine still. Still a front porch traveler. Still a back door man. Still moonshine. Albert tobacco smoker. Hickory horned devil. The moon shines still. Still an Albert tobacco smoker. Still a hickory horned devil. Still, the moon shines. This is official Project Astral poetry -Raphael Baldaya ShineRead More Shine
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.