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 Baldaya AdvertisementsRead More I AM DEAD
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
Assange, where have you been? Maybe I should ask, where have we been? The media cannot help themselves, they are an onslaught of misdirection surrounded by the ignorance of honesty during the time when we could use it the most. You are not alone. You are not confined by the definition of confinement. YOUR ARE […]Read More Assange is free
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.