Brain Injured Brilliance

To fall in love with a mystery

A change in acts of transparency 

To more clandestine arts

Worth both more and less 

Lost if tarries too long

Plagued with indifference or want of more

Only found that none are more

Just different degrees of normalcy

Boring if not bland. Ignorance paramount 

Taking the unknown brilliance to out of reach 

Paramour and more

So many are out of league, given chance

squandered  for superficial want, their loss.

Time not lost on bitchy want

Too much life, too much joy

If one wizens, they may see 

A fuck he gives not one way or the other 

His light will shine, will flourish the same.



World Walkers

Publicly alone, life lived alone, self censorship when expression made brings

Stifled madness. Internalized hell brought to fore with societal disregard

Seeking to wake, to make known the plight of those without voice

Of those trapped in collective mind, unable to experience the real

Hope remains, fleeting among disillusioned, burgeoning 

In the walkers of worlds…those bright lights of thought, 

Of dreams made reality. Here and gone at random 

Granted taken when near, wisdom renowned o’er the ages

One mind, universal pull, tapped at the source.



Warped wave messaging 

“What the fuck is this?!?”

Notices reality coil, “hmm it must be!”

Attraction negated years past, seems brought 

Forth to realization, thus…

Shrugs and on he moves


Mandela Effect 

What is real beyond a familial connection

Where to go, what to do, who to be???

Pond crossing possibilities, southern minded by any means 

Realities shifting before awe filled eyes

Going with change, adapting to shifting skies

Minds seeing one way, remembering another, multiverse bearings 

“What the fuck is going on?!?”

Subconscious screams in slumber 

Twisting, striking dreams, damning the netherscape 

Awareness is reality adapting, though holding memory of yore


Suicide Note

Take these moments of clarity, 

Those lucid thought parabolas 

Whisper  words found warring with the world 

Glow orb hanging lonely loftwards 

Attempting to draw the eyes the hearts the waters

No ear, no heart, no eye, no water to notice 

World without moon life is no life.

Social experiment 

The modern attraction paradigm is a game based system. People, women, say they want an honest and straight forward  man. This is a fallacy. I know all women reading this are up in arms “how the fuck does he think he can speak for all of us?!?”

5 years ago I checked out of the game playing. Straight forward is what I am and have been…it’s a fucking joke! I am a weird, disabled, super intelligent guy, so I have always been shunned by women. These past 5 years I have noticed my attraction and subsequent announcement of said attraction only breeds “you’re such a great friend but…”, “that’s cute”, or the “thanks but no thanks”. Some of these women I know are attracted or are at least interested…I’m pretty dam good with body language and non verbal cues. It is a laughable thing.

The next time you hear a woman saying they want an honest and straight forward guy, call their bullshit for what it is, a big stinking pile of it. 

Fuck it! I’m gonna do me, forget the games. Yeah, it’s lonely as fuck all but a guy has to have some sort of principles. I mean, I’m an attractiveish guy…good looking enough to hang out with….but I’m “great dating material for someone else”. Haha, fuck….I can’t even go on a date with a girl before she drops that hammer. And yes, it has happened over and over. 

“But Kyle, you just haven’t found the right girl yet”….platitudes and bullshit. If a guy cannot even ask a girl to go on a date without getting the “you’re just not dating material” (paraphrased).  Fuck it….I’m the extremely cool but unlovable “brain injured fuck”. Ha, cheers! 


SW Ohio 

Sparing conscious call

Running from familiar 

Lost hope

Worry for self

Realizing place with self doesn’t matter for others 

Valued time


Ne’er returned



Straightforward being and becoming

Growth beyond