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This site is for the purpose of sharing my writing and art with the world. Here you will find my poetry, prose, travel blog, short stories and perhaps other things. Everything is free to read and share. I don't run any Ads and do not ever intend to.

Wild and Strange Places

For many moons and moonless nights
I've slept in grand bewilderment
Under trees, in them and void of them
On dried up lake beds with the wind howling as I laid with eyes affixed upon heaven
All starry, tripping and hallucinating demon angels
Then in a tungsten mine with furry critters and friends
And we all laughed to sleep
On an emergency room bed that first time I died spiritually
And that other time sleeping by the Delaware
By creeks, rivers, lakes, ponds and oceans or out at sea
All golden under velvet amber skies

No Legacy

My little darlings
The world is in a constant state of decay and renewal
But our ever expanding and unquenchable appetite is fast encroaching
And just as great and cursed is our ego and arrogance
And the void that is our apathy
We are doomed by our dispositions

We’ve gone far beyond the point the natural world can recover from
There is no healing it
There is no more recourse

Meager Existence

In the still night, the trees still whisper to me
The stagnant warm air whiskers through the open window
With wine still heavy in my blood
I can feel the ceaseless palpitation of my heart
The veins through my temples are like resonance chambers
Baboom baboom baboom
Shaking
Sweating
I’d try my best to sleep the sleepless night away
I’d curse myself for my welcomed peace
I’d curse myself for my sheepish defeat
I am torn between worlds
Between unadulterated nothingness

Cocaine

Chasing an artificial high
A euphoric sensation in the frontal cortex
Insatiable short lived and ever fleeting bliss
A consummant seeker of wisdom
And an unapologetic indulger
Finding the false idol of momentary brilliance
Even for the weary traveler
It always brings a new yet familiar experience

Worthless Hurt

As a child, I’d wish to forget certain things
As I got older, my wish slowly came true
It was such a large part of me that there wasn’t much of me besides it
Now I wish to remember my pains
So that I may profit off of them for a drink or two
Even though drinking doesn’t help with remembering
I had a cheap childhood however and my pains were ordinary
And so I can’t even afford the cheapest drink
And am left with my remembered pains
And words that aren’t worth a dime

Marble Bed

I walked for miles and miles in this jungle of steel and concrete
where the beggars weep
And men with suitcases grossly under tip

Behind cheap sunglasses
I waved off the hordes of crackheads and peddlers
While selectively choosing which pauper gets the change in my pocket

But these eyes aren’t 20/20
And so often enough I involuntarily contribute to a fiend’s addiction

What am I to do?
When cupcakes are $10 a piece
While floods of people walk over the bastard
Laying on the marble slab street
Is asking for pennies

A Journey Long Overdue

San Francisco

San Francisco: I came for a quick escape, a temporary change of scenery, and I was met with everything and more. There were so many places to go, and even more faces to greet. Aside from the occasional assholes, it was a brilliant trip -- one which I will cherish for the rest of my life. - the trip that started it all!