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

Little black rocks dotted the side
as I held my gaze down there.
What was I doing here...
almost crippled by fear
No, I’m doing this.

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,

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

Stardust in the mind,
I contemplate in exact answers,
precise manners,
for the fulfillment of a question
that beckons forgiveness.

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

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

Has a road to it. For
the living and the dying,
for the distinct sensation
of convenience and order.
We live by convenience.

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

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

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

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

The language I live in
is a playground
of excessive expression.
Fitted to the guiles of love
and the rascal finishes

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

Her gaze is slightly off-center
as she stares
at an unknown landscape.
Only I can wonder.
Long black hair

~Read the tome. And read it again
Stories meant to never end
but always beginning again.
I felt new refrain
as I gathered my mind.

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

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,

Madness ensued
in dark corners and wretched taver
where I insulted myself, and I go
by a tribal aggression; must retal
and avenge for society’s sake.

The ladder is before you
Will you climb?
Well of course you will
You have the time
Those first rungs are easy

Lines of them there.
People in a crowd,
hundreds of them.
An outdoor concert, vibrations
pulsating the air, inviting the hu

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,

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

In front of the eager class
stood the fool
who had been hand-picked
by the professor
to share

Don’t you know
that I tried my best
to capture exuberance of life
in my breast.
Hope defined,

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

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

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

She was my little nymph
Unaware of it but something I onl
The love legendary in moments beyo
as I close my faithful eyes to fin
I feel awake as my mind pushes my

Inner burst of joy-
from a caffeine fix-
The modern day call to action.
I do not stand, I sit for miles
and transfixed on the

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 sight of sympathy for the man,
who never thought himself too gran
or even fair to look at for long,
The ballad entails his fateful son
Afraid of estranged looks and whis

Seemingly inspirational,
apparitions
of the unconscious mind,
perhaps signals
of inherited and

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

...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,

If there was anything that mattere
I would hold hope
that the very thing
would be me.
Profitably me.