Walking through the red clay under a violet moon
The vision hits the spirit like a desert in bloom
Atlanta streets breathing in a poetic rhyme
We’re standing in the gap between space and time
Viril’s vision, the structure and the street
Where the high-end silk and the concrete meet
I see the hawk and the dove in the same sky
Finding the center as the world goes by

It’s the duality, the shadow and the sun
Knowing where we started and where we become
Cosmic reflection in a grounded frame
Searching for the balance, calling out the name
Inner peace, astral flight
Holding the dark to find the light

Layered thoughts spinning like a galaxy wheel
Articulate soul trying to touch the real
One foot in the dirt, one hand on the stars
Healing the spirit while we’re counting the scars
Reflective glass on a cosmic sea
The man I was and the ghost of me
Expansive horizons in a nineties haze
Navigating through the intricate maze

Two sides of the coin spinning in the air
The weight of the crown and the breath of the prayer
The architect builds, the poet destroys
Finding the silence inside of the noise
Balance
Balance
Balance

As above, so below
In the vision, we grow
The duality is one
The work is never done

The architect builds, the poet destroys

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

I love underground music upcoming artist .Jewels Kingdom

The architect builds, the poet destroys

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