It pains me to pain you. Disregard your feelings is to disregard mine too. Breath shared through autumn air with a whisper you are here. Space held while arms dangle. Connection lost with loves strangle.
Fuck your preconceived notion of happiness and contentment. Fuck your false reality and what you think is individuality. You speak of practice and patience and yet stand by and twitch n...
At the top of my lungs I scream FREEDOM!!! A mash between sweat and power I find my soul moshing about. It takes deep breaths and constant attention to not fall victim. I find myself al...
I vent! I vent and vent and vent! Let the energy go! Don’t attach yourself to it. Be. Be vibrant . Be loud. Steps are made. Progress is at hand. The time and space of my existence deman...
It’s a stand still and a hard plac… to be sitting with your worst mist… pulling and tearing making their way for fear attaching to all the hopeful
As in all men coming-of-age stories there came a few certain milestones. Moments that were titles of chapters and whole sections of character development rolled from those pages. First...
Inadequacy is inadequate for my new paradigm. I yearn to explore my inner mind and space so that I can rid myself of attachments and suffering. In my quest I have become distracted and ...
Patience. Some have it and some don’t this is a truth. All have the possibility to cultivate it but few drive themselves to do it. It’s waiting knowing that the world isn’t passing you ...
Consumption leading to corrupt cowards. Pleading parents pretending to not participate. Thin thin line thriving on tourists. Believe beyond bush or Obama... barely. Observing obsession ...
I can speak or I can let it sink… to revel in my past only clouded m… the way interactions form connecti… with it the lesson, truth about lo… It was never something to attain b…
I’m in a loop. Saying and singing songs about the same 3 things. Love lost. Change needed. And the long dirty road. I suppose this is the core of me seeing as these three things have f...
I talk a lot about how I feel and what I think. I make myself known when I want to. I say a lot of I and my and me. Pronouncing without identifying an ego is difficult. Everyone who kno...
A story can be told of almost any experience. A tale of star crossed lovers or a tale of a damsel and prince. An outcast or thief that falls in love and decides to change his ways. A st...
I do this daily whether out of frustration or serenity I do this. I write and read and write and read and write and read and collapse within myself. Finding hidden gardens in my words a...
A weight lifted from me, a message from the wind carried th… cascading its golden light upon my… love the lessons from the breeze, no fight or flight,
I shall pretend to be a friend listen and care, so much so that I would defend every freckle and every hair, I will play this game