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 →


The earth still spins around the Sun it went despite the end that happened all that mattered came to a surprising conclusion and still the children continue to ride Life is without amusment Life is without a doubt Just another reason for mucking all about Why another day does the sun come out to play when the dark descended eternally… Read more →

Does it make any sense?

Burn it down rebuild from ashes does it make any sense? Build it up rip it to shreds does it make any sense? Logic is man made madness is descriptive without meaning Good and evil they aren’t real things just ways to say How are you feeling? Words have power when used correctly incorrectly they injure Language isn’t always spoken… Read more →

I Dare You

I dare you to say what you’re really feeling blood soaked may the words flow from your naked soul demonic or angelic who can speak, please tell us I dare you to say what you really wanna say barking mad a haunted lad barely is he cognizant broken down and screeching of profound absence emptiness without purpose blank stares unto… Read more →