(2015)
I'm overcoming my nightly anxiety. Finally
I have been built up~ Brick by brick I am built up. In my mind a developing song, I want to sing to you all day long… I am healing from my woes,
Creating, condemning, piercing my skin with a rough sketch, tattoo ink and a clueless reminder found within every pore.
At first, I was the reveling masq… In a dozen wanton nights, with a lack of fright for social a… I sought to receive. I sought to breath
...in a desert of boredom. Or ennu… The words flutter like a salacious… Foaming at the mouth, inappropriat… Baudelaire on drugs. A reading, by a poet,
Do I dare sing of love in the middle of the night? When ghosts of family past stand in my sight? They judge me
“You gotta let your poems sing, ma… the old poet said. His red ball cap perched atop his… like a lonely old moment of youth, covering a mind alive with creativ…
On the shoulders of giants, I stood defiant. Everything about me is original Except I did not create: the language I speak
Seemingly inspirational, apparitions of the unconscious mind, perhaps signals of inherited and
I have something to say about deci… if I were to make them all the time, might find a certain sense of resolute truth. The mind wanders to and fro,
Don’t you know that I tried my best to capture exuberance of life in my breast. Hope defined,
A long time ago I wrote a poem for a girl whose beauty and grace was captivating, enthralling but who was also
There’s a little bit of blood on my breathe. My blood, breathing, within vitality
I have a hole in my heart. Once a trusty pouch is now a conspiring pump that floods my insides with the dark red fury
The language I live in is a playground of excessive expression. Fitted to the guiles of love and the rascal finishes
What is a name? Glorified ticket to fame? Or something else entirely? Are you a fallen tree in the fores… or are you a pair of ragged claws