Catching Star Light

Used to think there was a thing wrong 

With residual after effects 

Truth was a premature maturity 

Standards high, presence vibrations above

Masses, that hang low fruit 

Egoism part not played

Unknown and lost in maturity's birth, growth

Uncanny, naturally, sapient

Humans before humans humaned

Way known, paths shown

Through thoughts;

Through glimmering light

Pineal fire



Blessed Injury

Time has come and truth is seen 

Fucked and whored since but a tween

Man wants no part as he’s seen shit

Of different sort and wants none of it

Painful hell, elapsed benefit in disguise 

Best of best seen lesser in counter eyes

Bullshit system, manipulation run amuck 

For the longest time, lamented being stuck

Or so it seemed, married not nor never hence

Forth…for known is truth, that it makes no sense

But for feminine gain, “independent” ones

To live off sweat of what others have done

Stretches, yawns, greats daylight arrival

Life is grandest when not fought for daily survival



Go way not seen by most

Go way thought lost By those

Who lack sight to see

Paradigm shift of society

Smiles alive as carries forth

Not to fall prey, to know true worth 

True independence be achieved 

Wholly alone, not cruelly deceived 


Bug’s Playground 

The joy is in the journey 

Father son, granddaughter niece playground taken

Apart, repaired, rebuilt with love

Weeks long affair, a joyous enterprise 

Excitement in journey becomes joy

For next day arrival.

Memories to hold and cherish, decades hence


Why Good Men Gone

Gone the days of youth

Fun had, fucks bad and good a plenty

Wall struck, face first 

Bewilderment marks face shocked by real

Fertility wanes as value plummets 

Responsibility skirted for woman card play

I have a vagina! I have a vagina! 

Woman card fades fast or faster 

Oblivious acting, same always engendered 

Privilege had, taken for granted

Where have all the good men gone?

There remains as attraction wanes

No longer slutground play

Life is real, welcome to it.


This thing called life

Life as we know it is a ball of hormones, influenced and controlled by media influence. This is a very sad and droll look at human existence, to think we are on some sort of plateau when in reality we are holding ourselves back with small mindedness and political absurdities.  

Life is a truly beautiful thing in and of itself. Look past your own sufferings and selfish trivialities and look at the amazing character of life. That is where we get stuck, it is understandable that the survival instinct be a dominant trait but the modern human mindset is conditioned to think it needs much more than necessary for survival. 

My own experience with the shades of life has opened my eyes. Anything I put my mind to I excelled at. I was a child prodigy. I was a star athlete for my high school, I was a stellar scholar: scoring a 29 on the ACT at 15, started college at 16, et cetera et cetera, I was a phenomenal musician and self taught guitar player, a singer/songwriter… the world was my oyster.

My life was forever changed by the thirstiness of a redneck. After having just turned seventeen a month prior, I was involved in a severe car accident. I suffered a TBI, three month coma, contused spinal column, shattered left hip, shattered left elbow, broken Femur; ulna; radial bones, lacerated liver, ruptured spleen and dysphonia… needless to say, the prognosis was not good.

People ask me all the time how I overcame such strong odds. I fully realize now, though I wasn’t aware of it, that I am the one to shape my universe. I had stuff to do, life to live! Never, never, never give up. That was my motto through the months and years of physical trauma and rehabilitation.  

Sure, it may sound like some feel good seminar bull crap “think happy thoughts”. But the truth of the matter is, it seriously works. If you want to be happy, change your view. I have said this for years but didn’t fully realize what I was saying. If you’re going through life worried about this and that, your thoughts project such manifestations into being.  

I am often complimented on how happy I am and what a joy I am to see. Why? Through my experience of having lost much and yet excelled to the point I have, through it all, I have learned one chief lesson. Life is too short to be anything but happy and happiness is a choice. It is that simple. I overcame such odds because I saw where wanted to be and my thoughts, energizing the space around me, caused it to happen.

Call me crazy, call me what you will. I don’t live my life complaining about this and that, if something is wrong and you can change it, do. If it is something out of your control, don’t fret about it.


Romantic Love Does Not Exist

Shifting weights are changing minds 

What weighs on in unending reverence 

Weighs ended on satisfaction halt 

Bend not in Rome spired notions 

Of farcical emotion, false representation 

What does not, can not exist 

Roman romance, Shakespeare’s jest 

Guy and girl suicide rife folly of youth 

Folly of history remembrance 

Glorified stupidity, relished society over 

Misread satire, misinterpreted brilliance