Category: Creativity

Life is just a Game

I’m trying to say something intelligent but all that comes out a drizzling spout a turgid dreams dribbling down my chin into a puddle on my shirt that says Life is just a Game Magic books that guide their lives special men who bring the light a zombie risen from the grave or resurrection lay the blame the stories told… Read more →

The Way I Feel

I used to think it was all clean colored inside the lines in easily identified hues and shades I think we’d all like to believe still a child can we be as adults with responsibilities but only a fool dares such things I’d rather go outside and play than sit here and stare at this screen I’d rather run around… Read more →

Land Side Mortal

Don’t ask me to stay normal cause the sky was made of the land side mortal and we shall not speak of the demons we breach when the morning sun rise They dance as if to rain they pray as if no pain they’re fools of the vain The rhythm of reality bangs the shiny drums of the day and… Read more →

Never spoke the Words

…and the darkness reigned supreme from the moment man dared to dream Hell isn’t something you reach when blessed sleep comes to being Hell is every single day on this rotten ball of clay …and the darkness sang of his praise in sarcastically worded phrase Go ahead and struggle for the light bitch and whine about your plight the more… Read more →

Than Words can Dare

Nothing is left for me to say all the pain laid bare with more than words can dare I’ll honor you for the rest of these days let me be all you dreamed for me I’ll fall down I’ll fall short I’ll get back up I’ll brush off the dirt and I’ll stand again the way you taught me to… Read more →


I always dream my life would be like something on the front of a magazine admired by people in the grocery line waiting to get on with their own lives But a supernova of comprehension spoke in dulcet tones one evening broke the hold of all the tomes the breath they breathed upon my life fades away from being as… Read more →


Words are just motions of the mind vibrations and undulations applied spilling forth in frothing bubbles words are just motions of the mind nothing neat and nothing sweet nothing spoken without meaning nothing dared and nothing torn left alone an imperfect thorn speak your mind or lay down to die do what makes you happy or at least try look… Read more →

all the houses left behind

Burning down all the houses left behind fill them up with nothing inside stare upon the spaces they make the toll of sadness begins so bleak control of your days and shadows cast from your gaze all who dare meet your frightened stare and respond without a basis to share left behind to fight on left behind to find out… Read more →

up off the ground

Sometimes I walk in the woods wander off the path as the clouds descend and the fog portends of broken whims The chords of life play a deepening bass everything shakes and life seems to be a waste of time and space so effortlessly when I break down and forget my bounds I yap and growl and snap and prowl… Read more →

Circular Illogic

my brain is pasted on a page, like mucilege and ocnstruction paper a mildly askew kindergarten project resulting from accidental ingestion of the nasty mushrooms left behind by the town wino who passed out and died on the park bench in a blaze of red and blue lights at 5am in the morning, robbing mom and dad of sleep bequeathing… Read more →