Cathartically Cataclysmic 

Changes you in ways that can’t be imagined

Some universal, others unique as an eye


Granted not taken for chances at life

Balls of steel, some…scared shitless, the rest 

Pain changes a man, a woman, a person 

When the only choice is survival or death,

Pain takes a back seat 

Unimaginably morbid, pain is the common denominator 

Not for any fear or conscious choice

To live is all there is, the human will to fight

That spark inside, that bud of inspiration 

Within every single one

Brings to life life, brings purpose in droves 

Unexplainable yet so very common

Battles waged lives on end

Love carries over, pulling through and making life

Love of others, love directed toward

Love, soft as feather sharper than sword 

Cataclysmic entity available in spades

Changing this world every second, every day 

Pain will remain, make it background noise.

Love one another, all girls, all boys

Be love.



Django’s Gift

Energy source pouring forth, in song, in word, in love 

Congress of beauty, of artistic expression realized and gifted 

Energy raising vibrational being, consciousness alive 


Phoenix Risen

Thoughts aloud allowed to follow

To tarry forth to action perceived

Conceived with finesse

In glory of mind thought lost

Caved and rebuilt

Many years hence

Walking paths unknown to but 

Small few. Awakened in life

In being, in reality’s presence

Present gift cherished

Awareness bared 


Curtain Call 2016

Seeing all these people praising and hoping for war,

Not really aware of what they’re cheering for

Poor ones wanting misery spread and they’re laughing inside

They’re unaware that when the rich wage war, it’s the poor who die

But Something’s gotta change and it’s gotta change fast

This bullshit American hegemony cannot last 

Russia drawing saber, the piper coming to call, rattling days are now over

America, plagued with ego, consumed with greed, addicted to proxy war 

Puppets speaking false truths and psycho babble bullshit

Debates over peens and hands, rather than what’s really damning this land

It’s enough to make one be done with all of it

Bread and circuses, choked on gluten, killed by clowns 

Burned in truth, buried in ash, wearing holocaust gowns


Take A Chance

I need love. 

I need loved.

I need touched. 

I need acceptance.

I don’t need your misdirected self love. 

I don’t need your low self esteem issues.

I’m not saying I won’t help you but I am not your savior.

I am not your part time distraction.

I am quite intimidating.

I am accepting.

I am worth it.


Brain Injury In A Word


Alone in experience 

Alone in reality 

Within bubble of being 

Ship tossed in hurricane

Sanity’s plea

Faraway lighthouse

Batton hatch

Keep it in

Solitary solace



Sad Spelled Song

Am I better left alone

Adrift in the conscious sea?

Becoming one with another is nigh impossible 

Sans nefarious acts of picking 

Connected to lesser fodder

Shit shows of humans who hold emotional sway

Fuck it hurts!

Flirting with possibility, yet knowing door

Be wedged shut, caved in with nostalgic poison 

Twice in one week

Long standing attraction abandoned 

Day passes

Friend zoned kiss with no passion 

No truth

Makes sad spelled song

Fuck me, I hurt!