Monday, August 24, 2015


And the sky opened up to show sea turtles in turmoil over the loss of economic stability. On their backs rode the Viking seals in a colorful array of greens and purples.  Frozen by the disconcerting masses of fruits and predators, in the abyss that is heartache and nausea.

Sunday, December 15, 2013

These happens

Isolation doesn't bite if unaware of population, but knowing that I'm cursed just makes it worse, surrounded by the situations. 

Wednesday, December 11, 2013


I must forget her, I must forget her, I must forget her, why? She's gone away to a separate mental place where personality and consciousness divide, the ocean reaches up in to the sky. The octopus has wings but it can't fly, here come the vultures to feed upon my love blind eye.

Friday, September 13, 2013

I recember

I remember thinking why me, now it's no wonder. I remember looking up at the sky, with too much black and white, and blue and grey.  I remember speaking up and being put down, with all the knowledge of the first amendment. I remember the taste of colorful cereal before and after. I remember I recall the late December and death of fall.
I remember 
I recall 
I'm an ember
I'm a doll

Saturday, May 11, 2013

double minded man child

I am listening to hear where you are.  Is it that i am preoccupied for the search of your truth?

Most of me has forgotten the search.  I felt it drive me into action, now the drive is meeting resistance. Too much friction, too much attempt.

As it lays in front of me i remain focused on the cloud.  Golden silver sleeves left beneath christmas trees.

Distraction from the truth, not yet false, but always bruised.

Not yet broken,but never true.

Where blood may swell at the surface, never under the heartbeat.  The love of the present (presence) finds holes in the skin (usually pretend, until then)

Music and medicine you needed for comfort.  All a good myth from the inside of inner, the coldest of winter.

Will she remember me? Will i recall who she was?  Absolute harmony repelled by the diverse numerous.  Puzzle pieces with a consciousness similar to mine.  and i am just a puzzle piece in their return.

I know that i cant see how much i minimize my love.  And oh, how great a loss of sight it is.  Personalized summary of self doubt and disregard.  Proven by the slow turn of the fifty six ton time wheel (declared).

Floating in glass, blacker than black.

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

don't they exist

all my ever worries, only parliament. all the falling bricks, another test of his.  all the clouded sense, a gift, surprise of silence.  all the broken arrows never flew with such direction as her. Orionna, her persistence approaches more than i can bare.  Keeping such a focus i entail to be a myth.

returning to the moon, returning to the moon. drift apart, drift ashore, drift about the morning hours.  drift through space and drift some more.

dust, in time, becomes a sun.  sun, in time, pulls me to one.  one, in time, becomes another.  another time, another lover.

among the twisted seas, a single drop, lost as i?

Not unlike anything else, unaware of natural dialysis.

upon the well trained city, the monotoned brick, an implement for environmental secrecy?

Without the taste of concrete, autumn will smile as the sun waves farewell.

Wednesday, February 27, 2013


glued to a totem pole, so many faces tall.  one arm extended to the stars while eyes are feasting on the ground.  disguised in radiant greens to match the suns reflection of the canopy beams.  sit for a while, think of the worries that she has left behind. they're quiet, too quiet, its a trap, look out! look inside yourself!

glued to the mountain peak, grandfather of the lake.  he traveled miles from the coast to touch the frost filled air.  her cheeks were warm as the frozen swarm covered my insect parts.  stand up and run, think of the worries that put you under the gun.  they'll call, they'll scream, too loud is more than it seems.  It can always be worse, it can always get better.