This poem was inspired by a musical/noise and visual performance by my friend Kevin Chini at the Bat Cave in Arcata, CA.
I’m not that great at loving mysel… CORRECTION: I am learning the… How we speak to ourselves, our int… is so crucial to our self-worth. From these thoughts come the actio…
Melting, melting, my barriers are… old beliefs formed as a child begi… as truth comes forth to replace th… I move past this victim role & beg… I express gratitude for your prese…
Whoa! Is this happening? Awareness of fear to the point of… Realizing limitations and their im… The mind can be a concrete wall
If beauty permeated the earth the way we wished it did... on a concentrated level like a jar packed tight with firef… could the beauty be recognized?
James, my son, rusty vans perch in longing Don’t lack like them
Scribbles Unintentional Manipulated Panic The classroom door slams shut. Silence makes the chair screech The American flag never looked so…
Sometimes I’m an emotional weirdo… Sometimes I just wanna turn my br… Sometimes I forget that we all go… and sometimes I remember the speci… Seeing beauty in the inconsistency…
Oh, how the almighty have fallen because they have sadly forgotten that the higher the tower, that insatiable desire for power; the more unstable it becomes,
I was reaching for mustard and fel… It was viscerally exciting, want a… Did I finger you? No, you did not finger me. I imagine it’s like a squirrel’s s…
My target is the life hiding insid… The traumatized, the victims Who don't yet know they're survivo… Who walk around with an intense Mostly overwhelming sense of dread
I would eat if I were hungry. I would drink if I were thirsty. I would sleep
Into the storm, treading me or the storm? Footsteps slow and hesitant. Trembling veins. Muscles and Brain
So many facets of the mind make li… we can be so alive and feel like w… we can be dying and feel so alive we can have calm surroundings and… we can live a midst violence and h…
Nowhere, nowhere I wanna go nowhere with you Let’s be empty together and fill our glasses with the nothingness we share
Oh, limiting mind, how I loathe thee... I make efforts, you show me inadequacy. Treading this desert in search of…