All About Me

Neon ribbons through the darkened clouds Staring through eyelid slits, ignoring the objects that are closer than they appear Taking advantage of the loving support that provides, cleans and walks the dog so I can pursue my whims I want a ukulele for our wedding…

Depths

You’d prefer I make things pretty So I’m writing this for you – Does my melancholy startle? Does it sully your crisp view? Am I making you uncomfortable, With my less-than-perfect words; Where losses count as beauty And expression is a purge? My depths no…

Poem #15: Villages

There’s almost something tangible here, don’t you think? An answer at the end of the tunnel, The words pouring out like wine into the glass, The purring of the purpose, I hear you speak, what keeps you so silent for so long? I know the…

Poem #15

I want to know what it feels like to be a Maker. To be able to see and hold the Earth’s raw materials in hand, And be able to create anything imaginable from them. I can only imagine what it must be like, To not…

#15 – Medicine Man

He was born like that With a third eye In the middle of the forehead   Not an invisible one No, one that everybody could see   And it was really a hassle, A terrible nightmare Until One Day he just accepted   To be…

An Ode To my Fucking Mother

Fuck you, I want to scream at her Fuck you for hurting me Fuck you for not protecting me Fuck you for walking away when I needed you the most Fuck you for never encouraging me Fuck you for never having faith in me “Pray…

The Setup

I don’t know why I set myself up To receive a shady denial Of exchanging reach other’s hearts

Empty

My heart is so empty when you are away. From my heart. I need your love too wash . The empty feeling away. From my heart. I need your sweet love too. Wash over my soul.

Unanswered

The night was tied to me like a stone but I refused to close my eyes.   Yet one more word within the margin of accomplished thought was needed.   Too little too late, but it has been very late, though at one point enough….

My Frenemy

Neighbor’s mischief monster is at it again Big wet nose on my lap Muddy paws on my toes Must move soon or i’ll be trapped I cannot bear the thought His breath on my face; so smelly and hot The drool on my skin His…