New Song!


Hey everyone! This fall has been a busy, music filled/inspired time for me and I can’t wait to share some of the stuff I’ve been working on. Unfortunately, I’ve had less time to focus on my poetry/prose but I’ve been lucky enough to be featured as a writer on a couple of poetry websites, which is pretty cool! I’ve actually started reading more and would love any recommendations!

Although I’m not ready to share all of my new music, I did want to post a song I wrote/phone recorded yesterday titled “bitch.” You ever have those days/weeks/months where it seems like every interaction with someone else turns into a negative incident? Well, this song results from a few specific recent events of feeling this way. It’s funny how therapeutic screaming obscenities and playing guitar can be. So I hope you enjoy my ironically angry and slightly hungover little ditty. WARNING: EXPLICIT LANGUAGE

Monthly Archives: November 2013




Gazing into the open gate of hell

the literal abyss of hades

With its jagged canines from the ground clenched in meeting

of the stalactites trickling down an acidic saliva

in motion to bite with the deadliest mastication

The acrid stench invading the lungs with every stagnant breath

lingering close to penetrate nostrils

Trying to suffocate the mind into action, panic

Time is endless and doesn’t exist

bearing the illusion of importance in the insignificant

The mouth is hungry for raw flesh

In want of emotion and the destruction of the feelings created

beyond the questions of meaning or individual interpretations

A cavern of retreat for the cheapest of souls

Blocking out all light with an overwhelming sense of dread

No fire ablaze to guide the wanderers, lost and searching for

an escape within the darkness

Desperately feeling their way into the arms of death

People of the night losing identity within the numbing embrace

Forgetting right and wrong, or anything related to the living; breathing

Echoes whisper from beyond the cimmerian haunt

Tempestuous cries, tempting the abandoned to desert

the rationality of being alone

Wrapped inside my arms, I hide

Every tear falling as a single goodbye for the creatures

marching towards the end of all ends

A loner of thoughts, capturing the last emotional responses of those that past;

I have become a watcher of demons

Favorite First Memory


A night of music and dancing for all
of us, grouped together and lit up like
a neon troop of fireflies
The full moon lounging overhead
Convincing the crowd below to stay alive
Tempting the masses to escape reality and

tackling the human desire of living in the moment
As if united on cue, there you were
And then, we were, two silhouettes hiding from the

nosy celestial watcher of the dark sky
You were lying on your back, hands folded behind your head
With me, resting together on the bare tent floor
I sat up, almost overwhelmed by the intensity of

the simplicity in the moment
and how perfect it was
As I fiddled with my excuses to catch my breath, I froze
Suspended into a slow reel of the scene of the

man in front of me with

his eyes closed
In the shadows of our retreat I could see that you were smiling
Time stood still, as did any other thought to think, other than

the musings of you and the

feelings of now
You were a face of happiness in its perfection
I wanted it, to feel it, in every sense of the word
Even you, unaware as I continued to stare; greedy eyes

tracing the outlines of all of the

features to remember

Never guessing that this meeting would not be

our only time together, as I
Focused on another long enough for

my layers of barriers to falter
I laid down, unable to remain distant as an abstract of you; willing to
risk vulnerabilities and give into the pleasure ignited

by the connection of your touch
Hypnotized, I caressed your lips with my own imitation of them
Exploring a blending of minds unknown but of souls colliding
Two beings humbled by the moon still watching the

pair relating on the experience and on the passion
Offering them one night of chances to begin something new…



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Hair tangled within the breeze of the beating wind

Slamming into face before catching onto the wild curly strands

Eyes watering but lacking the emotion to cry

Because riding almost feels like flying, living

Closing eyes but gripping tighter

Balled up fists clutching leather reins, sweaty slick contentment

Faster we shoot forward, moving as one

Two souls pounding ground faster than the speed of sound

Confusing each heartbeat for the pace of the unicorn

Blonde mare with pale green eyes

Braided hair like rider, waving back in escape

Running forward, not away, and laughing at the dust cloud behind



Father change opened his mouth

to let out a calming hum to float throughout

Everyone and anyone

Connecting on the individual vibrations of attention

The trees, being more perceptible

to these kind of things,

Offered up their only response:

Each leaf changing color, as its

only defense mechanism,

or sacrificing last strength to be remembered

Bravely portraying its magnificence

and the understanding in showing

the wonderful beauty of wisdom

Coming to terms with it, just as the lesson

has been learned;

against dying

The winter howls will soon begin

to loosen their lungs

Big grumbling gusts of power

to rip each leaf from limb

Leaving the trees barren

and the ground afire

Until the death of color

merges with the plain variety of the different

figures and shapes, an indescribable

brown color that encompasses variants in the shade

United again, first living but now in the great hereafter;

When existence means being only one

But then life will start over;

as it always seems to do

sprouts forming stronger from raging fires

As the sun begins to shine warmer



Ignoring his creamy fingers soiled muddy

Palms pressing on earth as fragile limbs fist one by one

Modest wishes leave him tempted of lifting substance

His innocent curiosity alerted to grasp the gravity of power

Existence watches on in rebellious indifference as

Black dirt sifts through self and back onto ground

The overhead light bulb swings in motion of the day

A pendulum of awareness forced from underground

As a child of wonder is sheltered in the recesses of a broken World.

I am grateful for solidarity <3

Monthly Archives: October


Three years ago this month I decided to start a blog. I didn’t know it at the time but I was beginning a project that would affect my life in so many different ways. Thank you for being a part of my journey as a communicator/friend. I hope to see the same avatar faces in the following three years to come :)

Happy October everyone!

Monthly Archives: October 2012


The air is stagnant, suffocating my breath

A bitterness halos

Sickness invades the mind, are we lost?

Gravity is the enemy, catching every fall

Nothing satisfies, a vessel empty to be used

It’s a pity we’re not as powerful as we dream

Human-ness betrays the robotic functions of the day

Another tool to be used and then thrown away

To keep my mouth shut and to stare straight ahead, this is my sanction

The twisted thoughts ball up as they’re left unsaid

Afraid to hurt, afraid to honestly portray

I want to be alone when I come undone

There is no one to pacify these feelings in my soul

My body is mine, my mind is out of control

To appease all, to lose a sense of self

I can appreciate their warmth but I can’t handle their guilt

Mirror on the wall of faded glories

Who do you subjectify this evening?

Do their haunts let you forget yours?

Is it because she’s the one they think of?

Or, do they attack the weak?

Ruby Ring


March 29, 2012

Ruby Ring

What is it that I’m looking for?

Too many mental temptations to contemplate

I lack focus; the world is at my disposal.

Or, am I to her?

I go through my day, as I am

Always questioning the response to my complacency

Is it truth that will make me understand?

Or, is it the upmost uncertainty?

Mother Earth of the Universe, what do your stars say?

They twinkle and they sparkle, casting their summer’s dream

Do the heavens look down on me?

Or, am I alone unseen?

A facilitator to the robot

The factory is a scary place

The machine grows larger; its oils reek

Or, the epitome of Utopia?

Tonic scatters, the pictures fly

Flashes of epileptic static to supplement the mind

Wisdom holds, as long as the books

Or, will we always be fighting?

Too many of those, too many of this and that

We revolve around the paper of green leaves

To plant more, so to spend

Or, a long, tiresome shift?

Give us this day, our daily bread!

But we must wait until the day after tomorrow

Our Big friends like to make our decisions

Hoarders of power that govern the world

I am nothing, a sheep in the land

A pretty face to play pretend

What is it that I’m looking for?

Maybe it’s a final sunny spot to stand

A lost soul ripped apart

Wishing to come back together again

Are we here composed?

A colony of redemption to inspire?

My iron fist betrays me by displaying my ruby ring

A picture of blood to demonstrate my mood

A fashion statement that I created

A symbol of proof

Firefly, I am a firefly

Joy flashing mysteriously in the night

A kindler of fairy dreams

A life to liberate

A rose adorns the striped black suit

The man we all know

A face, a voice, a picture of Freedom

Or, the mask of a traitor?

There is only one house and it sits on a hill

Columns of history scream out

The 50 great icons are remembered and stored

Or, our chains to the anchors?

What is it that I’m looking for?

A bright light as I fade out

A life beyond the life I’m born

Or, the ruby ring?

A Quilt of Layers


February 16, 2012

A Quilt of Layers

Blue skies have made an appearance

As the wispy, translucent clouds beg for attention

The first wave of heat creeps into the window

Light to illuminate the faces

Basking in their own warmth, one arm tossed protectively over body

No being dares to disturb the perfect picture of humanity

Ever slowly, does the beam of life spread through the pane

Prisms of color refract and portray

Stirring now, as if touched themselves by the sun

He is calling out to be welcomed

The souls appear, two become one

Both now are awake but drugged in intensity

This liminal state that shadows the room

Blocks out the glow from beyond the glass

Heart onto heart the bodies collide

Two smiles welcome the day

Laughter, chirping, music, a beautiful chaos surrounds

The two who are one cherish all sounds

Time takes hold as they say goodbye

The sun is impatient to take back each life

The rays fan up and over the Earth

Warming them, now that they’re apart

Lovingly, does the fever envelope

To disguise the missing touch, to soothe them

As the falling sheet of light is blanketed

The two souls reunite to share their sanction

Once more, as the Bella Luna guards the pair

Life is as it is, a quilt in layers

That’s It


There is a shifting of air
Breathing in flavors sweeter on tongue than the sour aftertaste of yesterday
An enveloping heaviness weighs down any reason to move
A comfortable cocoon for this state of mind
Where the truest thinking of thoughts occurs
Getting lost in moments of fleeting deafness
And that’s it.

I am grateful the changing of the seasons <3




we are all robots with our industrial legs and arms

emitting static data through chained sprocket mouths

chewing down on metal teeth while spitting out sparks;

tasteless words to condition into subjection

the accomplishment of production as day’s profit

obtaining satisfaction in facilitating the genocidal submission

with one’s own expiration date stamped axiomatically;

one by one we live, work, and die

I am grateful for the heavy hearts <3

Monthly Archives: September 2013


Monthly Archives: September 2013



Muscles relax and unclench
Stretching out past the movements of the day
Music floating, strobing electronic symphonies of post modern instrumental harmonies
Synthesizing feelings, connecting to the slightly monotonic pumping beats
Gathering and interpreting thoughts Classifying wisdoms to the count
Of the sound, as if nothing else matters
All of the everyday chatter and the confusing banter, not relatable to anything remotely rational
Senseless noise fades out into the translucent wavelength of a vibrational humming
Gathering together and tickling tiny antennas attracted to any audible sensation
As long as we’re listening
A mournful ending of a connection severely shattered by the limited time of evaluation, appreciation
An attachment to something almost tangible, or as defined by the tangible like addiction for more
Until the first few seconds of the next cry out for attention
A battle for the extreme devotion of claiming soul
Moving body to follow the drumming heart intoxicated by the challenge to go faster, harder!
The satisfying reassurance of head once thought catches up:
This sounds like a promising song to get lost into.

I am grateful for my love of dancing <3

The Ultimate Experience


Another interpretation of the

ultimate experience and

To feel the response of true

compassion, passion

in return.

Your eyes, your stare

The slight tilt of head and squint;

but the intent is what drags me in

The undeniable force of penetration

of moment that seems too intrusive,

too good, to be given the thought of


An interest in a woman, with the

same pattern of every traditional

love story told to all of the listening


The lore of a hope and a faith that

tempts the daring hearts, what

We’ve grown up to believe.

Now it’s our turn

I am grateful for random encounters. <3

To die for our freedoms


To die for our freedoms
What a damn conundrum!
Of willing participants offering their heads for stacks of receipts
Little pieces of paper more powerful than life could afford, displaying out
Barcodes ending in the bold: The End
Another number scanned through by jagged lasers flashing in a bloody red
Checking off the last box on the chore-list and hiring the gardeners to plant fate and grow fields of strawberries
The most profitable crop known to man
Each weak seed plucked from the soil and forgotten
Never learning how to grow old and juicy:
A fulfilling plumpness of tasty satisfaction, wanting touch, to be eaten willingly, those
Finding religion in the sensual pressing on lips and being awarded the flavor caressed in mouth
A strawberry for a life who doesn’t want to die but to live until living has been enough
One by one, or however connected throughout those should be
The little receipts become pages in novels, thin sheets of memories kept in history to beg for understanding
Describing the time and the place of each printing of ink
When monsters become heroes because it’s easier to believe
But the harder reality only validates that violence creates the evils of mind and the many faces of man; sets the theme for the future plans ahead
So why must one fight for freedoms of life; gifts of ordinary ideals worthy of battles that vary from the most opportune prize?
To be free is to live but to die to be free without living at all doesn’t seem like the rational response to anything threatening
Or awarding devils mercy as they hold out skeletal hands in wanting:
Either complete surrender or the key to the soul.

I am grateful for a day of exploring with good friends. <3

Nights and Days


Skin inflamed in sunshine, radiating in a pinkish hue of fleshy human porcelain reflecting in the summer’s glow
An intensity of warmth penetrating beneath the layers, traveling into the very core of being
The sun of the sky can shine so bright
As a lover of light to humble the moon
The trading of their roles of ownership and authority; balancing out the shadows of the world
Giving motion to the flow of life and the days and nights one is awake to see;
How one perceives the random life lessons, how we are all forever learning
Continuing this idea of education and exploring the different methods available to express,
Whether hidden behind a writer’s language and his or her own estimate of the ways of the world,
As if the sun shared his insight by burning, his fiery touch placed upon our heads
A kiss of passion based on the personal inflictions of an emotional soul
Infecting the minds and tightly embracing each tongue
As we wait for the chill of the night to cool a swollen mouth
For the Bella Luna to cover fire and temporarily snuff it out
Clearing the smoke and shaping air
A willful mother offering whispers on the wind of hope and encouragement
Speaking of a loyalty as consistent as the transition of the nights into the days.

I am grateful for laying out on a beautiful day! <3


The Rejects


The rejects of a militaristic society
Graduates of a unified humanity, ostracized for their unique scholarly ambitions
Motivational questions?
Of knowledge, regardless of time and of place
Condemning the thoughts of these thinkers and establishing such creativity as the cultural group of a cliche form of crazy; or, identifying masculine as losing his “identity” of self
Their image reflected only from their own facial reactions seen from a glance in the bathroom mirror, oh the horror!
But what is right, that which is based on the very concept of what defines the plural wrongs in life
These views of the everyday normal and how awful that can be
What of this movement?
To live within the means of abnormality and the standard of the current teachings of normalcy and how it is expected to be, to mean
To understand the hidden meanings of the gifts we’re given in a time where anything is possible, or impossible not to believe
Any group of believers can learn enough to buildup empires of memories
And share them in glances of experiences and guidance.

I am grateful for a few days away <3