Social withdrawal, bright star of confrontation melds into

Fuck-all mindset. Too much energy poured for the 

Blind, the disillusioned, the unconsciously stagnant

Foster yourself, raise your vibration, show subtle 

Changes in being. Show them without showing

With tact of secure self, righteous being, alive.




Best of the best not seen, passed over for expectations of “man”

Not phased, just disheartened at the cheapness of attraction 

Money, show, swagger, no stutter…physicality trumps personhood 

Continuing forth, maddened with singular frustrations

Best of the best not heard, nor harkened…will it be posthumous wisdom renowned?

Fuck it all, I’m a do me! If they see, they see, if not…oh well.



Her beauty walks in starlight, tis caught in hue of sun glown hair

Laughter’s gait makes merry chase through ethereal wanderings

Blue green eyes aglow with wonderous curiosity, assurance 

Irises golden hued, a pharoe’s treasure, hidden beneath time and memory  

Encompassing all the romantic romances of love, alive



Driving toward showtime

Forgotten happenings happening 

Balloons full of hot air in a line

Filling the horizon 

Drawing near 

Filling the air

Childhood memories

Fits of giggling ensue 

Giggle at the balloons the memories and the absurdity of myself




Space fabric and time being split resown shredded 

Jumbled cacophony resonates metaphorically 

A dance, a play song, a drunken stumble to revelation 

Life moves at the speed of thought 

An individual experience, fostered by these few

These insane crusaders of thought

Creative company.



Chains around the neck, the head, the heart

Chains of self crafted esteem 

Chains of slavery, unbounded in physical form 

Chains of socioeconomic construct

Chains of mental degradation 

Chains to be lifted and shrugged off

Chains to rust with the refuse as you soar