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

As I sat on that dark misty cliff
and felt the tips of the ocean bel
lightly on my face, in comfort or
by that sun burst into the world w
The sea beneath my dangling feet r

I am in the city of dead arisen,
surrounded by saints and sinners;
some safer in cars, cardboard pack
in halcyon piles to suffocate the
For others, houses blow in the win

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

And I raged against my side of th
Only a howling wind to cover my ra
I struck the wood with fists blood
A useless endeavor, unforgivingly
I grew tired of reflections

The feeling came again.
Love or Lust?
Neither I hope,
I hate writing of love.
It invokes a powerlessness

At night, I wander out from my ba
Cloaked in darkness, shrouded in s
I unlock the old cellar door with
I keep hidden behind the wall.
I get back early enough to not let

The stars above us
live gigantic lives,
and they allow us
a shimmering glimpse
in the eve of every night.

The quiet hum,
perpetual ticking
of the large grey
soda fountain in the lobby
is the only sound I hear now.

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

The rapture had finally hit,
as the music in this stadium
rocks the beat and pulsates
like a living creature ready to bu
My friends and I are celebrated i

There’s four of them, circling aro
not doing or thinking of tomorrow.
Just simple thoughts and words sha
to each other. Today yet another d
Dressed mostly in black, with rand

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

I’m grateful.
Grateful for the words I breathe.
For the times I’ve lived and, in
for the greatness of the moments a
I’m grateful

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

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

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,

You used to walk around the park
and feel the air perched on your t
but now it is no more.
Once written in mosaic glass
is now just a shatter on the floor

Loud angry voices
emanating throughout
the land trying best
to think best about
what is best. Argue best.

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.

I remember the tired streetlights
that emitted their hazy glow,
discoloring the grass in the park.
I remember the playful screams
of my fast rambunctious friends,

Creating, condemning,
piercing my skin with a
rough sketch, tattoo ink
and a clueless reminder
found within every pore.

The little needle spent its life b
Taken out for another ice moon esc
I dubbed it, at my discretion behi
the life-saving, life-changing, Hi
Like a vampire’s fangs biting into

The humming of the electrical wire
gently existing
outside my window
as the birds lay alongside there,
napping

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.

Do your work and remove yourself.
Don’t check the follower count.
You are a rock, immoveable in your
You are the river that breathes an
You are provider. And receiver.

In my mind, a grandmotherly smile.
There was before only suffering.
of the quivering mess.
No longer willing
to run away from the self,

It is a good thing
to have words
melted at the sunset.
Beyond sense,
sybaritic,

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

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

A cockroach died of starvation in
Slightly annoyed as I laced my mu
to go outside and find my way to t
steal some coffee from a bank befo
I dropped my American Eagle key o

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

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

I sat in a lowly lit room
in a harsh winter night,
fallen into a sense of despair
and feeling brutalized
by life.

Strength of the mighty ocean
couldn’t calm existence the pressu
nor violence by which we all measu
Sometimes the only definition of m
Like crossing the Rubicon,

...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,