Outlast the noise.
The same illusions spin—
repackaged, recycled,
selling the surface again and again.

Strange fatigue from caring too much,
from loving what fades in a week.
People want what’s real,
what they can feel—
and silence becomes the statement.

Breathe life into me,
a blessing unseen but felt deep.
Send me the energies I need
to plant my seeds,
to become the gardener of my dreams.

One night left beneath the hum of work,
the overtime hours weigh more than they’re worth.
Sleep comes fractured, a currency spent,
yet my soul whispers: this is not where the journey ends.

I am the vessel, the flame, the breath,

A healer who walks through life and death.

Peace in my palms, abundance in stride,

With love as my compass, the universe as guide.

I create for one, with a reason clear,

A soul, an emotion, a presence near.

Not bound by rulebooks, I carve my own way,

Almost time for Badger Basscamp’s call,
Bootin’ up with my crew — yeah, we’re ready for it all.
Turned up, tuned in, dancing deep in the trance,
I’ve waited all year — now I get my chance.

Seeds in silent soil
Dreams whispered beneath the frost—
Vision waits in still.

A poetic journey of gratitude, vision, and purpose, “Road of Gold” reflects on love, perseverance, and the pursuit of a life filled with peace, prosperity, and freedom, inspiring readers to walk their own golden path toward fulfillment.

In this cosmic ballet, I flow and rise, chasing dreams through galaxies wide. A phonkonaut of destiny, I ignite the stars, break through disguise, and guide hearts toward the divine. Riding waves of mystery, my spirit reigns—aligned, unbound, alive in the dance of fate and faith.

I found my voice in colors bright,

In pencil strokes and shards of light.

A child with crayons, worlds I drew,

Of castles tall and skies of blue.

Once I press the start, there’s no hitting the brakes,

The gas calls my name, the red line awaits.

NOS ignites, I’m chasing the flame,

Forward’s my motto, no time for the blame.