you are happy as a bee,
showing all the other bees
where all the pretty flowers lie.
You are the best bee dancer,
Zumbando in all of the sky.

If a demon appeared at my window
I would laugh and say what world
are you trying to find and who
are you looking for, me
are you looking for me?

I was home in Westwood.
I was home in Camp Lejeune.
I was home with one love.
I failed at childhood; failed stat
Desperate for home anywhere I lay

I don’t belong here,
in the crushing deep abyss.
The triturating pressure,
makes me forget about the asphyxia
The frigid cold,

The chronic, liquefactive necrosis
Except the immortal soul carries o
with all its accumulated scars and
Whose soul is upon my life, to wei
heavily the inflammation of loneli

All the pain rocks me to sleep.
I grew tolerant to the effects,
Addicted to the intoxicating isola
Romanticized despair, holding hope
I can follow the trail at the slig

This hat that fits so snug and tig
This hat that lines my face just r
I stole it from the man in line.
He was stuck in Tuxtla, I was fin
I found it first, these hats are r

I choose love
I choose love
I choose love
Because it is you
Because it is you

Did you know you can get cavities
in your brain?
It's tired in here and
the sweat dripping
from all these brain cells

I found you at last.
I do not need to see your face,
or know your name.
I just need to know that you were
that you came from the same place

The leaves drop every fall, yes th
Their genetic residue, like a mill
marking the thousands fallen befor
The next of kin leaflets, bare the
Death is no escape from imperfecti

When faced with the worst of human
the obsession became love.
It could have become something els
When faced with those who could so
the obsession could have become ha

waves over the mind
shivers thru the body.
Hope, the thread intertwined,
through the life
of a living soul.

Within the dead of those we choose
lies a truth forever gone.
Within the dead of those we choose
choose to hate,
or never cared enough to know

Thunder rips dreams from sleep.
The fitful heave themselves upon t
Lightening sears all eyelids open.
The fitful heave themselves upon t
The voluminous sweat from the back

I lock the door,
to keep out the demons.
They come in,
when I’m sleeping.
My brain——- wide open.

room whitewashed
walls sanitized
me
in a room
broken brain

I perpetually wait, I cannot act,
but I always know, and you’re gone
It happens quickly, often with jus
that I know how deeply, I can lov
I’m not so foolish to think there

I opened my page and saw that my w
They carry a secret message, a por

I live on the knifes edge
where if I stray
even a millimeter to the left
I am convinced
that any and every flaw

I wanted it out of my head.
To see it, cage it, shackle it,
reduce its power in abstract form,
tame it by silencing its shifting
I want to smell it, hear it, liste

She said: “Is there more to your
Is being a Marine not enough?
I wanted to be a firefighter.
I wanted to save people’s lives.
I like manning the 50cal machine g

I was open to trying.
I was open to overcoming,
and I found you running away.
I don’t know where to stand,
to make you not afraid of me.

The orange train screeched
around the bend, carrying her.
I knew I had to act quickly
in my expressions of affection.
I anticipated her every move,

unwanted connection to my youth
uninterrupted stream of consciousn
first memories linger and manifest
periodic reminders of what I can’t
my escape from the void

There is something uncomfortable
about calling this poetry,
when it is pain.
It would be further awkward to edi
defining it as work, refining the

Darkness accumulates in the moonle
spilling from my mind, adjoining c
I await, no time to have defined
that I stand strong against the co
Heat... the wretched heat... I st

Ambivalence was taking the power b
Without ever looking back, but the
Ambivalence was the guilt preventi
was the same guilt I was taught to
Ambivalence was people calling me

Dear Mom,
I can’t even begin to tell
how you might have reacted
to the letter I sent.
It was not intended to be hurtful,

It doesn’t come through governance
it has existed all throughout.
It doesn’t come through war,
fear and revenge masquerade as lib
It doesn’t come through money,

What happens
when my ADHD is unleashed?
Or is it anxiety
confused as attention deficit?
My ideas now flow

I hate that you smoke
I despise that we choke
on our desperate attempts
for irrational contempt
my best efforts remote

Pestering funnel of delinquency,
hovering in the stratosphere for a
from where we lit the lake of fuel
Spewing and billowing off to the n
forecasting trouble in the lands o

I would love love love to get back
I fought fought fought to be the b
I ran ran ran through miles of inv
I stopped because it was controlli
Each step of all those miles – tra

I drive through each forgotten str
Where the daily trash upon the cit
And mark on every body I meet
Marks of violence, marks of chroni
In every defiant act of every Man

You think it’s fear you’re drawing
but continue to relentlessly corne
and you’ll realize fear was a guar
a mask seeking to deceive,
a prelude to the seething energy o