Friday, March 1, 2013

My Sadness is Honesty

My sadness is my honesty,
For I am a tragedy;
Comedy does not understand

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

I love

We will talk about it. I delete and talk about it.

I care about deleting you and the repeats.... I swear, you don't care and you're stupid as hell for it.

Elves, you  care... Try.

I love you

Sunday, October 28, 2012

The other night was full of poker.

The bar began swaying with a single sip of beer. My words became distorted, I began stumbling over each sentence and phrase drunk with absurdity. Small talk floods my veins. Two pool tables, each with a divergent feeling, crowd, genius...


There is a party. Alcohol is flowing like the Styx and Dionysus begins to drive his unaware worshippers into madness. Madness, that which goes against popular understanding. My feet travel forward, like Hermes with his magical sandals transcending into something new; a new realm, a new moment, a new now. My mind descends into philosophy and poetry as I humbly greet my night's acquaintances.

She is there.
"you and i are not snobs..."
And I begin to stare deeply into her eyes. She speaks to me with an air of familiarity. I look at her with a gaze of newness and freshness. Every gaze feels like a mystery.
"We are human beings;for whom birth is a supremely welcome mystery,the mystery of growing:the mystery which happens only and whenever we are faithful to ourselves. "

I wander to find my solitude. I speak with someone else. A casual conversation with a face my mind has not a name for. This is entirely pleasant, a hyper-realist's swim in the waters of familiarity. The wine tickles my lips like a feather from the finger-tips of Dionysus. He departs to dance. I remain.

I hear a word of magic. The mystery. The unknown. My world spins as if I have stepped into a new reality, a new dimension. Conversation alters as if controlled by a switchboard reacting to my thoughts, my interpretation, my understanding. I plunge into the absurd.

"Miracles are to come. With you, I leave the remembrance of miracles..."

Monday, July 2, 2012


I feel overwhelemd by the love I feel for so many.
Sore beyond belief.

I look beneath her eyes, I feel love.
I look beyond her eyes, I feel love.
I think about her voice, I feel love.

As I am alone.


I reach a point where I reflect on my past, only to feel the love from
So many.
So many.
So many.

And now...

There is no one.

There is no one.

I am alone.

I feel love for so many...
How have they forgotten?

Living in memories while walking in picture frame valley.

For An Omniscient Omnipotent God....

Omni, from you I learn
My everything and more
Nearing you with every breath
I find you are everything

                   All powerful, for is this lamp not power
                   All powerful, for is this thought not power
                   All powerful, for is this reader not power
                   All knowing, for you must have before
                   Planned to teach me this...

Omni, true, I am always with you

Once Sung a Bird Named Free

For there is no balance where there is only pain
For there is no balance where there is only joy

For there is no balance where there is only free
For there is no balance where there is only captivity

For there is no balance where there is only form
For there is no balance where there is only chaos

                             Omni.... Omni....