Not healed. Not saved. Still standing.
I don’t write from observation…I write from impact.
I’ve been to hell and back more than once. Nearly a decade in prison. Years broke, homeless, addicted, and feral. I’ve also stood at the top…where money, power, influence, and excess were real, not imagined. For twenty years I aligned myself with darkness by choice, not ignorance. More recently, I was forced back into alignment with God…not as a religious man, not as a church voice, but as a soldier who knows exactly what the other side looks like.
Prison didn’t heal me. It sharpened me and damaged me at the same time. Sobriety didn’t arrive clean or permanent. I’ve fallen, relapsed, rebuilt, and burned entire versions of my life down more than once. I don’t offer solutions. I don’t sell redemption. I document reality…including the parts most people lie about or refuse to name.
Everything here comes from lived extremes…crime and consequence, power and loss, discipline and temptation, clarity and collapse. I write the beautiful parts and the ugly parts because both are true and must be acknowledged for change to be possible. I am not a normal man with normal stories, and this is not a normal site.
I’m not asking for forgiveness.
I’m not looking for approval.
I’m here because voices like mine are rare…and necessary.
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Before you go any further...
This site is not designed for comfort or approval.
It exists to document lived reality without translation.
What follows is deliberate, experienced, and unfiltered.
These words exist to name the damage early…before silence hardens into isolation.
This work comes from a mind shaped by survival, contradiction, and consequence. What follows is not commentary…it is record.
“The Gospel According to My Demons…Testimony Without Absolution” is a poetic autobiography told through the internal forces that shaped every decision along the way. Addiction, prison, violence, spiritual conflict, relapse, discipline, and survival are examined as they were lived, not revised for comfort. Each demon represents a real psychological pressure or survival instinct, named and exposed as part of an internal war rather than a fictional mythology. There is no clean redemption here, only truth.
Alongside it exists a children’s series titled “Things We Don’t Say”. These stories translate difficult emotional realities…neglect, fear, silence, confusion, and emotional absence…into a language children can understand without being overwhelmed by it. They are written to help young readers recognize what they feel as real and valid before confusion turns into isolation, and before isolation hardens into something worse. The intention is simple: to offer recognition early, so a child does not have to disappear inward the way so many do.
Separate from both is “The Naked Soul of Ray Blanco”. This is not a finished work. It is an ongoing record. A living body of writing updated in real time as experience, observation, and clarity continue to evolve. It is not about addiction or recovery, and it is not performance. It is an unfiltered examination of self-command, boundaries, attraction, manipulation, and personal sovereignty, written without polish and without approval-seeking.
These books exist to document what experience teaches when theory fails.
The Naked Soul is not a book…it’s an ongoing record of clarity earned and tested in real time.
Different forms.
One governing mind.
Nothing accidental or apologetic
This is not a fantasy world.
It is a visual language for an internal reality.
“The Anatomy of the Unquiet Mind” documents the forces that operated inside me long before they had names…voices, pressures, compulsions, instincts, and commands that shaped behavior, identity, addiction, discipline, and survival.
These are not characters created for effect.
They are internal adversaries made visible so they can be examined instead of denied.
I didn’t invent them to explain problems.
I gave form to what was already governing my decisions.
Calling them “demons” is not metaphor in the abstract.
It is how they were experienced…as internal authorities demanding obedience, loyalty, sacrifice, or resistance.
By bringing them outside the mind, they lose anonymity.
By naming them, they lose invisibility.
By examining them, their power changes.
Each entry represents a distinct force.
Each will have its own page.
Each tells the truth it was built to carry.
This is not a fantasy world.
It is a visual language for an internal reality.
I’m not a rapper.
I spit game over instrumentals.
Music is not an accessory to this work.
It is another language I use to tell the truth.
Everything I write comes from experience, not imagination. Prison. Addiction. Power. Hunger. Consequence. Survival. I have lived every line I rap, and my story does not change depending on what’s trending. I don’t wave pistols I’ve never actually used for attention or posture for cameras. That distinction matters. This music comes from a life where words carried weight long before microphones did.
I am not mainstream because I don’t speak in approved language or repeat what sounds good right now. I speak in what I’ve lived. The same consistency that runs through my books and poetry runs through my music. No fantasy. No exaggeration. No borrowed trauma. Just truth delivered via rhythm.
Alongside my own records, this site houses a beat vault built with the same philosophy. Dozens of original beats are available for purchase or lease, created for artists who actually have something to say. These are not trendy throwaways or mass-produced loops. They’re made for voices that understand timing, restraint, and pressure.