Everything shall make sense when everything that we have been told makes sense makes no sense to anyone everyone knows it’s bullshit. just fuckin be.

Magritte whispers, “Those are not umbrellas.” He is right, of course. Those are souls that have been liberated from the confines of hallways and corners.   No longer tethered to a human hand, up high they can see much farther than they did before.  …

The night was dark and quiet When my soul forever changed The stars hung like frosty diamonds When my whole world rearranged I walked all over town that night Mourning all I’d lost I didn’t care if I saw morning’s light I’d have gladly paid…

In a dark starry night, And the stars infinite, The moon was not upright And the shadow, not very bright After the flickering twilight, There was a sunrise. Although the glimpse was slight And the feeling of fright, What I saw was a lovely sight….

Spoilers for the beginning of Portal 2. I had one last view of the sky Before She dragged me back down Underground, and into storage. There was Art in my room to view And experience spiritual refreshment As only an A.I. could dream up. When…

We raced through the jungle trails on a motorcycle, faceless men, clad in black, chasing us. Throwing stars at us from their Ducati’s, you were finally saving me. We spun around a corner, your father’s houseboat docked within the marsh. Safety, at last! There was…

After reading the book I placed it on my side All at once I drifted to Neverland I stride Then Katniss Everdeen came calling loud and clear So I jumped towards her fastly out of fear We were armed we were ready anytime they show…

I know, I know. People say, ”Allergies are a first world problem.” ”Get over it.” As a child, I never complained About scratchy eyes and throat. My little kitten was too precious to be told that she was the cause. My whole life has been…

Pride to some Beloved she was to the others So they kept her close to them, Like she was a gem… They cared for her in all the ways, Over protection she got from everyone in the way So she made her place in the…

OUT YONDER Hours, days, years, move too quickly, as I endlessly try to befriend the hands of time. Beseeching it, bargaining, pleading, placating, but to no avail. Time is not a mortal’s friend. We are bound by it, bound to it – an infinite construct…