I can’t drown out that rhythm of venom, that cadence of wrath, and the accretion of thriving muck at the bottom hungers, always. A long breath hisses inward between teeth clenched without volition: All life is sacred, and none is more sacred than our own,…

Embody Welcome to these bones The frame of your home Notice the curve of the walls The cathedral of your chest The acoustics a perfect match To your heart beat HEAR your lungs Ceaselessly stoking The kilns of your cells FEEL  your softness Secure and…

Imprint Dark, Cold, Empty Just distance and loneliness that lay next to me Where did he go? He was just here… With his legs wrapped around me His lips kissing me and his hands  Caressing every inch of my frame, But now, all I feel…

Love Love Love Do people even understand the meaning of love anymore People use the 3 words phrase like there’s no real meaning behind it I love you means nothing or just something to say when you think its appropriate Love Love Love Can people…

Black Knight orbits my heart. My breath quickens with tidal acceleration. Momentum builds, but only briefly. My heart beats in perfect counterpoint to his silence, but he remains distant unwilling to hear me through the static of nothing.

Honest and contradiction doesn’t mixed It just leaves a lot of confusion What truth, what not truth Is those feelings valid or just valid at this moment Are you catching feelings or you just caught up with this connection You said God create me for…

Source Material: The Land of Little Rain by Mary Austin This is the nature of chaos. Streaked with ash, evaporating the dark and bitter lies. The wind drifts between them, the quick storms scar them past redeeming. One expects not to depend upon brackish and…

2212 Episode 2 Sergeant Jackson and his squad wait The French sneak up He sleeps then he wakes Hit in the head with a shot gun He sleeps then he wakes Locked in a prison camp in Germany Tortured, whipped and punched Sergeant Jackson is…

Here in Washington, DC We deal with such things And we speak And we speak Clear and loud Speak from the heart Speak to be heard Speak, Speak, Speak… (Erasure poem-Fred Roger’s testifying before  Congress, 1969 – @Mejia2019)

I didn’t give a damn. I was feeling puckish.