Bullshit Woke naked lounging Knock on door sounds  Devoted sentients selling fantasy Door answered buff bound ass bare Shock and surprise Robe donned welcomed in  Selling their bullshit I, in turn, peddle my wares Poetry books inspired of real experience  The dichotomy resonates

Vision Board Sadness compounded by experience lack, Discarded for personal infancy, that childish realm Where dreams had manifest in thought filled fancy Life moves hither tither everywhere No distinction, on and on without a care  To expectation Coming reality shaped by directed thought Realization of actualized conscious breaks the downcast reverie  Strong, unbent, head on … Continue reading #302 →

Somber Call Amber hued sunlight splayed through paned glass Spilling onto walks and walls Photons dashing Sight unseen but for retinal signals in red blue yellow The gift of sights and colors oft taken for granted Much as the bright lights in life... the musicians, the poets, the painters, the seekers Cry and cry harder … Continue reading #301 →

Posited Truth It is dark but for light of lcd screen Typing the reality of present being Calmed down fervor from moments just passed The suck, the feel, the aspect of lack Remains Strong enough to carry on He's walked this road sixteen  years hence Tired of trudging the lonesome road Having reached and sought … Continue reading #300 →

Dance Card Full There is nothing like knowing a cry for help  would not be heard  Could not be heard For  reality's sake. For love given and never had  For facing reality with courage  With courage to tread a road alone  A castaway of the reality paradigm  Fighting for a speck of notice Reasonings lost … Continue reading #299 →

Denial is over, I am a reject and a pathetic excuse for a "man"... I am a "broken" man, a novelty item. Something to feel sad about and go on with the "normal" life whoever has. I have the same struggles as anyone coupled with the reality of being a "broke but not broke" man. … Continue reading Fuck me, I hurt! →

Why Leave the House? A storm is gathering An exercise in futility And so my social life be Relegated to novelty beginnings I sometimes hate my life! Never a chance Never a season to learn Dropped to deep end reality Awkward distance and speak  Too much Too much has been seen Too much known  Too … Continue reading #298 →

Unknown Power Directed words  Focused energy with purpose Often taken for granted By the alone and not alike Cherished thoughts meant for bud of source  Curse me, praise me, sink me, raise me Rife with emotion, rent with passion  Torn apart, constructed constructs

Cathartic Template  The sun also rises  Sets on hope filled fancy Mature and gaining ground This be not place nor time  All seeking fantasy  Truth too real for most Guilty as charged The end lingers not Heart moves to tears to truth to life

Legacy No thing hurts so deep as pitious platitudes Eyes speak truth while candied words speak false hope Honesty lacking in gestures returned Though it be given in spades from source Truth of self be sanity's play song Ever present, ever long, alone aloneness The game played with nothing less Nothing more to scrape from … Continue reading #294 →

Safe Compliments  Lip service paid Realizations made Dead of night A broken sight

Dream Girl Thrumming with life Energy radiates from her eyes, lips, cheeks Does she know?!? Unlikely Hindered with societal shame One desire he has Just one Help her see what he sees when he sees Her

Coming Reality  Fractal suits bouncing in repetitive waves Dripping substance in thick blood like globs Flashing lights and energy surrounding life Technological darkening of emotion being ceased Consciousness no longer held hostage by banal desire Life, the beauty, the bridging of universes Physically sentient connected to plug of universal wisdom That which is known by … Continue reading #291 →

The present oligarchical rule, resembling of Napoleonic France of the nineteenth  century, is on a crash course to failure as it is fueled by nothing but class warfare, greed and corruption. Being blanketed with sub-intelligent Americans without a mind to the distant future only the immediate gratification, this oligarchical class, this egoistic hog trough, can we … Continue reading On 2016 American society →

What do you do, at 32 and 7 months, when you realize that you have no one, absolutely no one, to entirely open up to? No parent, no siblings, no friends, no professionals...just an ever present internal combustion system that keeps backfiring and causing minor breakdowns. Being shored up for 15.5 years will allow some … Continue reading 403 Months →

It's weird how watching these shows that I have enjoyed for years no longer bring me the prescribed happiness. Life happens and it is not wrapped into a box, nice and neat, happy ending...just finished the cynics paradise of Californication, for the third time, and I am left with a void, unfulfilled. Too much Game … Continue reading Californication Gone Wonderland  →