I almost always cry For the weddings that I see God decided long ago That this is not the life for me It is all I’ve wanted

He watched in wonder as her fingers fluttered thrusting thread over thread in perpetuant poetry. Her hair flowed fluidly

Vile is the predator That preys upon the minds Of the young and impressionable For the sake of control As a child I was exposed

And so, with each coming day The sun rises. And then, with each coming eve The sun also sets. Each day. Every day.

Floating around the giant blacknes… Teetering on the precipice fightin… Heavy weighs the hesitation that f… No sun. No moon. No stars to guid… Only the cold lonely vacuum of emp…

I’m feeling like an airplane that is coming apart at the rivets. My insides are swirling in a violent rage and my soul is struggling to contain the chaos. I’m two days in on a THC fast ...

I catch a glimpse of two deer running, high tailed across the road. Across the yard! Behind the house!

Summer sunday morning. Angry nineties grunge rock serenading the neighborhood through screens of open windows. Fresh coffee brewing.

Straight up; vibes y’all. Peaceful and direct vibes. Intentional and pure, vibes. Wavelength vibrations. Ripples. Flow. Movement.

I am cursed or maybe haunted With wildly vivid dreams At least those that I remember Which are few and far between If you only knew the horror

Our idols wear tricky costumes and our peers promote purposeless possessions and projects while our promiscuous pursuits permeate from pathetic powers lacking the passionate presence we...

The highs get high. The lows get low. Somehow I’m never in between. I try to try. I know you know.