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Imagine

Imagine


Let that flower blossom/
In the midst of dour problems/
Down to call them/
What they are, sour rotten/
Banners calling/
For the standard falling/
Sky, shouting all the/
Ears off the world, surrounding bossy/
Hounding thoughts we/
Cower softly/
From, take a commanding posture/
And wave past the drama/
Of collapsing dollars/
And static parlor/
Tricks/
Too thick/
To stand at all when/
Passion's strong winds/
Make them collapse and topple/
Fashion, Prada/
Contrast with modern/
Financial/
Shackles on a/
Combatted fauna/
Of others like food stamps and condoms/
Imagine all the/
People holding ransoms on the/
Random costs of/
Intellect/
And disconnect/
From this blasted construct/
We sacrifice to/
As ashes blind truth/
Dash behind youth/
To buy your master's nine new/
Matching fine suits/
Getting plastered like glue/
On the weekends/
To release spent/
Energy and free them/
If only for another unanswered night to/
Be a disaster flying/
Under the radar of your tragic bindings/
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Creative Writer

Creative Writer


Inspiration/
Isn't native/
To me, though I'm quick to tame it/
Or at least limit savoring/
It when it visits aiming/
To kick me greatly/
In the middle lane of/
My forgetful brain to/
Quicken pacing/
For my writing, simple training/
Is a little racy/
And leaves me wishing greatly/
For a real replacement/
For this crippling anguish/
We deem the daily grind/
I'm staging my/
Coup and staying right/
Here with angry might/
And aiming like/
A scathing hyped/
Gunslinger aiming high/
When noon claims the sky/
Complacence dies/
And patience thrives/
As I take my life/
Back from lazy tithes/
To the deity of shameless dives/
Into basic lines/
Rank and file/
Claiming titles/
Leave you parading, climbing/
Ascending better than a creative writer/
We're safe and gliding/
Over these hated sirens/
Beckoning to repay our plying/
Labor each day with mindless/
Control, just be brave and sign this/
Contract, be a slave with blinders/
Produce, sing great, we'll pirate/
Y…

Darker Days

Darker Days



Nervous and eager/
Am I deserving of beatings/
For the hurt I've unleashed on/
The most perfect of creatures/
I'm certain I need to/
Forgive myself because this sermon is weakened/
I'm not an uncertain defeatist/
And I'm learning to swing at/
Impermanent leanings/
Churches and greetings/
Have worked but I'm needing/
Something to burn all the reasons/
That I can't curb with an evening/
Of working and dreaming/
The current relinquished/
Me but I'm back, swerving and weaving/
Cursing and screaming/
Returning to evil/
Ways, like bursting on scenes with/
A metal curvature gleaming/
Over my knuckles, lurking and drinking/
In shadows, surly and weeping/
I'm surely a demon/
Perched and I'm seeking/
New ways to degrade myself/
These pains I've felt/
Refuse to be hanged or shelved/
Days will melt/
Into their greater selves/
The anger pelts/
Me crazed and jailed/
In my own mind, I've repaid my debt/
But remain affect-/
Ed by this strange r…

Alone, Not Lonely

Alone, Not Lonely









I've never understood why people are so petrified of the idea of eating alone. We all have insecurities, and I am far from perfect, but I'm comfortable with myself and know that, save for a select group of friends and family, I naturally prefer the company of an engaging book, powerful podcast, or my own immersive thoughts to the forced companionship of another human being.

I can recall on command the awkward social dance that begins whenever I'm caught out in the wild, entranced by a novel, only to be casually approached by an acquaintance who feels that they are fulfilling their unwarranted social duties by sitting with me. Unwilling to be a dick the vast majority of the time, I begrudgingly accept, and am immediately and involuntarily wisked away into the collective cancer we all know too intimately. I speak of course of that dreaded ritual, small talk.

Please inform me as to why, rather than strolling relaxedly around Walde…

Treasured Myths

Treasured Myths



Anxiety/
Stays frightening/
I pray I can be/
The change brightening/
The world of some brave admiring/
Reader out there that strays silently/
To my blog, to claim rightfully/
That we share the same type of needs/
The array blinding me/
Is complex, pain minding me/
With every move I make/
And screw I tame/
When it's loose and break-/
Ing/
I'm making/
The same de-/
Mented mistakes we/
All do, don't play hide and seek/
With my insane mind and sneak/
In to lay behind my feet/
Because these chains bind and squeak/
And make bison seem/
Quiet by comparison/
Some arrogance/
Would compel me to love errants and/
Run errands with/
Trust buried in/
My crushed merriment/
I'm done parrying/
The punch staring me/
In my face, a crunched flaring up/
Case of bust tearing up/
Eyes is what mirrors the/
Lies I'm fucked wearing cause/
Im delusional/
Illusions fooled/
Me, these stupid rules/
You made me follow, clues were sewn/
Into the fabric/
Of these bastard/
Memories…

Mark Of Cain

Mark Of Cain


These aren't comparable/
All of it's bull-/
Shit I'm not in the school/
Of fish you offered to mull/
Over/
Because your closure/
Was stolen/
Because your own dishonesty fueled/
A hypocrisy cooled/
Over losses and cruel/
Introductions to a toxin that you'll/
March in with proof/
That lights the darkness in full/
Corners/
Of your mind that you molded/
Into a fortress/
To protect the object of youth/
That you callously/
Tried to grab from me/
While it was happening/
I thought nothing of abnormality/
How could these/
Bonds be shattered weak/
By a fragile freak/
That trampled me/
Powerfully/
Rescued by a rabid sea/
That brought out the man in me/
This bastard weeps/
On deaf ears/
Because I'm dead clear/
On what has to be/
Done, are you understanding me/
As I ravage these/
Secret plans I keep/
To slash the seams/
Of your miniature world like an assassin dreams/
But a pastor's creed/
Would save me as I bleed/
Walk in hand with me/
Through the past and se…

Element

Element



The fog is lifted/
But the shot is rico-/
Cheting around with an astonishing quickness/
Adonis lifts his/
Distraught opinion/
Of a lost inscription/
On a memory that I pause and sift in/
Just to be caught with simple/
Paranoia/
Staring for the/
Drama living/
In this preposterous prison/
I've created to haunt my vision/
Because I'm not a victim/
To anyone but myself, and when I want to slither/
Out of this obnoxious slippery/
Slope on my belly to avoid the toppling buildings/
I get a nauseous feeling/
And begin to fight a dauntless system/
As my cautious middle/
Ground quakes and I fall in swimming/
I caught a glimmer/
Of hope in a twinkling glance/
Singing rapt/
Songs that drink these past/
Few hours away, a clinking glass/
Leaves me sad/
But breathing blasts/
Of hot air that delete these acts/
Of contrition/
Against me with dumb fiction/
And I'm done listening/
To an obscene recant-/
Ing of what I thought were unceasing cracks/
In my mental screen and flash/
Deep…