My fingers tremble in the cold
as I stack the stones in a slanted
I’m accompanied by the hummingbird
who search for the mystery in gard
sprouting within the cracks of thi

The tower of Babel
was destined to fall
not because of the
wrath of God,
but the hatred

Remember when shots
were stolen,
foreign dreams left melted
in the chamber.
Left fulfilled

The rain was not refreshing.
we waited and waited
on those barren, thirsty
desert hills.
But no rain came.

He haunts me every night
a ghostly light highlights a darkl
Skin the color of starlight in mem
Dreaded demon of conscious-less em
He is my demented tormentor

We shoot for superiority.
The best of the idea,
the winning match and set
game for the domination.
I, with masculine energy,

You must be you. Truly.
Inner truth, intuition, unrepentan
that sings the songs of days for d
I will hear that greatness, let us
Rising to the world,

She sat there
across the table from me
as music blared through
the night sky.
Heavy majestic clouds,

...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,

Lined up the gunmen
with sparkling garments, one by on
spelled doom for the poor prisoner
who gazed at the setting sun.
The pompous captain stood tall,

Fire and Water
sensations
rinses and rises
as a dutiful procedure.
Felt within,

I keep seeing
them
out of shadows
they creep,
men in black robes.

Wind in this still,
distinct... thin
I swim in sin
till gin is rid.
Finding might,

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

There’s a little bit of blood
on my breathe.
My blood,
breathing,
within vitality

Here’s the bet.
What’s a blind?
Pass the pretzels bro.
I’ve never had this beer before.
Have these cards been shuffled?

A puff of air
internalized
in a vacant room.
Cows among me chewing
the expensive cud that

Winds like giant breaths
spoke life into the dead
with a chilling verse.
This was a night
to reanimate

Live to see
from sunrise to set,
dances of dazes,
how memories collect.
Be it too wrong

I thought of the right words.
Sitting on a stool, ready
to take my laundry from out
of the dryer.
My vision is accosted by a

The lapel of my jacket held its wa
as I walked down the daring, dark
I couldn’t spell my own defeat
as the passions of my vengeance un
Like a knight fighting for vain gl

I wish my memories were translated
Reflections of my life,
entranced in melody,
I wonder how they would sound.
The music of my memories...

I was Marcus Arelius in love.
Eh rm, except with a woman.
I was an excited spark in flight,
Ah hmm, albeit alone.
My want is mine own, young und old

I’m hesitant,
a little anxious and
KINDA NERVOUS.
I haven’t talked to anybody
at all this week

If I could pray,
I would pray that you all
enjoy your lives.
Final, but not ultimate, enjoyment
of the self and restlessness.

I view death as my friend.
Sitting on my bed, playing
a guitar like a silent weeping wom
who has just lost a child.
I view life as a mustard seed.

And the others withhold
experience
from me.
So that I sit,
and stare,

I really wanted to die
underneath that heavenly blue sky,
and leave behind the tensions and
and float upwards and away from th
No longer called a buffoon,

Why choose misery over
the joy found when
mugs on the table
hide their secrets
and pour out everything

In this moment, I am tired.
Dare to stay exhausted?
Tonight - inspired-
yet I’m tired, off to bed.
Don't sleep, be free.

It’s loud here.
Friday darkness,
with voices clamoring
over the clinking of
plates and utensils.

Rock 'n’ Roll kept me up nights
until the morning lights of the ne
became battered reminders of accos
that threw itself on my near-awake
Scrreeeeccchhhh! Long, Angry Yel

The rain wanted to fight me.
Pouring down to become pines and n
splashing upwards,
dropping down with mock-unison
into the now flooded sidewalk.

You’ve got to bleed life
and be able to write it
with a grip in your hand
that knows no limit,
clenching 'til the roots

Stooping low to face the gentle wa
that drifted under my influence.
Heard these waters held sickness t
and a simple drink taught desponde
A hidden path felt through the unc

Everything is a reaction
to everything.
This sentence is a reaction
to the last.
The periods at the end are all rea