Favorite Bands:

3 Inches of Blood
A Perfect Circle
Agathodaimon
Amon Amarth
Anthrax
Apocalyptica
Arch Enemy
Atre Este
BattleLore
Behemoth
The Black Dahlia Murder
Black Label Society
Black Sabbath
Blind Guardian
Cannibal Corpse
Children of Bodom*
Chimaira
Cradle Of Filth
Darkest Hour*
Death
Deicide
Dimmu Borgir
Dio
Dissection
Disturbed
Dragon Force
Fear Factory
Hammerfall
The Haunted
Iced Earth
Iniquity
In Flames
Iron Maiden
Jag Panzer
Judas Preist
Kalmah
Killswitch Engage
Lamb of God*
Luca Turilli
Lucifer's Heritage
Mastodon*
Megadeth
Metallica
The Misfits
Moonlit Burial
Motorhead
Mushroomhead
My Dying Bride
Necrophagist
Nevermore
Nightwish
Opeth
Ozzy Osbourne
Pain
Pantera
Roadrunner United
Satariel
Severed Serenity
Shadows Fall
Skullhammer
Slayer*
Soilwork
Stitched In Silence
Stone Sour
Suffokate
Suidakra
Symphony X
System Of A Down
Tenacious D
Testament
Thine Eyes Bleed*
Through The Eyes Of The Dead
Tool
Tyr
Vader

*Seen Them Live...


I look up to and appreciate a multitude of other artists from various genres of music...my tastes are not limited to the list above whatsoever.




I'm a singer...i consider anything possible if given enough time.
I like writing songs, poetry, anything goes.



Poem about trust:

Veritas

the bloodline of love; the core of sustained joy
the devout enemy of resolution
the cataclysmic, yet, sweet solution, to which no one resorts
forever abused in arrogance
and those who shall invest in such a thing,
receive an unfortunate return, as no one is man enough to uphold a such thing...

Trust

Baylan McGraw--2005

The following is a poem i wrote related to the impact drugs can have on a person....





Mind Prison.



The mind: an enclosed hall. Mirror surfaces.
An eternal state of confusion, driving thoughts to their up most potential.
The roots of the pain, the misled path, all identical.
No entry, no means of escape.
Solution: escape the illusion of reality.
Intoxicated, a writhing wreck waiting for his act of cleansing to begin; or end.
Understood by only himself, and upsettingly, this shan’t change.
No return, the effects begin to engulf the flame;
Causing the smoke to commence and begin it’s escape.
The boundaries of the mind are now the past.
The limits of sanity, simply disintegrating.
Grip of the surface, like clutching to ice, slipping into the submissive illusion of thought.
Regret, misunderstood, hurt, confusion.
Blinded by lack of faith in existence, incapable of return.
The path of colours, artificial joy, attracts like metal to magnet.
Surface achieved. Let the pain begin.
Disbelief, incomprehension, regretful of every moment.
Take it back. A goal never achieved…nor to ever be.
Friend and foe alike. The eagle and the snake.
Pulsating, a living battlefield, brain falls into hiding.
Newfound fear of the host enlarges, becomes apparent.
Opening the eyes: gaze, surroundings clear, the blur melts like fire to wax.
Reality? Prison! A hell witch thou shan’t escape.
The departure, the reflection, gut feeling predicts a nightmare.
The awakening, first breaths of fresh air.
Effects still lasting, taken over by the sickening certainty.
The reflective false faith.
The debate for freedom, struggle for control.
Engaged power struggle seeking no conclusion.
All is a smog. The skies scream with darkness and uncertainty.
Help sought, though it shall never reach out and meet your outstretched hand.
The quarrel continues; still, all tends to remain concrete.
No aid, no body to thoughts.
Mind prison.

Baylan McGraw--2005