My muse is a nebula; ripples of fusion rocking through her.  My muse is a volcanic vent at the bottom of the sea; strange life huddles around for warmth.  I am just a lamp with many different shades of glass, serving to shape and interpret her light.  How can I give birth except through her?

WORDS SOUNDS FORMS
Ascetic  (2007-Present)

Personae  (2006-2007)

Ante-Pater  (2000-2003)

Romantic  (1998-2001)
  • Holiest of Days
  • Pangaea
  • Matri Amor
  • Equinox
  • Beyond Words
  • Rosewater
  • Tantalus
  • Present Life Regression
  • The System
  • Phosphor's Day
  • Homivore
  • Naugal
  • For My Sister

Classic  (1988-1998)
  • Anahata
  • Baptism By Fire
  • Changing
  • Dreamscape
  • Hades and Persephone
  • Innocence Lost
  • Man vs. Himself
  • Nameless
  • Of Light and Shadow
  • Passion Play
  • Red Camaro
  • To Sarah
  • Venus
  • My First Poem
Rebelsaint  (solo)
  • lost my keys
  • Second Coming
  • & (Ampersand)

1-Up
Stranger  (w/ Dr. X)
Ceremonies and Rites
  • Our Wedding

Martial Arts and Tricking

Performances

Gallery

skyDNA-works
legacy :: markers along the pathritual :: open-source spiritualityworks :: paper cranes thrown in the firearena :: the engine and the veilhourglass :: swallow the stonenexus :: the many branches of yggdrasilidentity :: a fickle definition