Stoically Brilliant   All alone and yet not, where heretofore is the thought That although I will give and give and give, the ones I give to will just take and live A life, their beautiful life, apart...forget the relic of a hope A hope crying tears never yet cried Solace in thought filled fancy, discarded … Continue reading #234 →

Sexual adventures, what the fuck are they?!? Being disabled has changed my view on a lot of things...15 plus years is nearly half my life, at thirty two. I have seen and experienced more than many ever will. But it's okay, in fact, it's fucking phenomenal! I love life and all the intricacies and heartaches … Continue reading Barroom thoughts… →

2016 My friend, loved two decades hence, ne'er reciprocal time. Friend zoned by free love..no hope..no hope... Ne'er the one, ne'er a one, ne'er more than friendship game shown, a hug, a drunk nipple suck Inebriated intimacy, all known for ten years since, one time, the first time...coerced love Loved but unloved lover, that dearth … Continue reading #233 →

Stoic Social anxiety plagues The netherscape; the dregs Of the best left alone for Cowardice of experience lack

Daring Mad Trees Jokers dancing colors flashing Organized chaos  The blackout dance Thankful clarity  Beauty of nature  Flower shining  Growth apparent THANK YOU FOR LIFE!

What is reality? Living a remnant heartache Though bright with love shining forth Loneliness compounded with vicarious teachings  Love shown and taken to bloom with victor's gait Stranded in squalid hell of no one's creation  Everyone is faulty, at fault for living a lie Reality is the illusion

Field Day Individual experience, each a fusion reaction, humanity's star Compounded in a conscious mess, messiness devoured on awareness' arrival  Violent crossover, the unconscious result  A sapien quagmire, ego cess pool, unthought known cannot be known to those plugged in Cities flourish en masse, though upper stories are shuttered, closed to outside influence  Wake them! … Continue reading #229 →

Avarice  It is not your battle,  you are not here to fight, Try as you might to save  the light of a fading star

Epitaph Loaned out moments, a conscious thought fancy. Spark collides with spark, symbiotic for a time  One touches to underlying folds, nefarious livings One may back out, frightened for Fredo's demise, of aquatic adventures.

What Plans? I feel as if I'm in too deep, consciousness apparent, rejected but never given up This place, the present, not ready for growth. Stagnant minds coupled with stagnant lives, what the fuck is there to do?!? Serious contemplation, Canada or Europe, leading to elsewhere. Begin anew in a culture more cultured, refined in … Continue reading #226 →