There are so many times in this life that we push away those thoughts that make us tremble…If I am being honest with myself, the loneliness I feel would be too much to bear. I fill myself with virtual distractions and media. But rather than me consuming media, it is the medium that consumes me.Continue reading “If I am Honest with myself….”
Category Archives: Thorns
Look At Us We’re Privileged!
Look At Us We’re Privileged! We Live In Plastic Worlds We’re Addicts To Caffeine And All The Benzo Pills We’re All Having Break-Downs As We Learn To Integrate Here, At The Academy We See Sunshine Once A Day Look At Us We’re Privileged! We Work And We Don’t Reap Eighty Hours E’ry Week In ThisContinue reading “Look At Us We’re Privileged!”
Heart Won’t You Beat A Little Quieter?
Heart Won’t You Beat A Little Quieter? slow your dreadful pace. with your palpitating fury that falls heavy and lacks grace. heart won’t you beat a little quieter? this body can’t keep up with your riotous blazeThis faces grow pale as my heart races My body faints with thine fearsome chase.but it shan’t slow itsContinue reading “Heart Won’t You Beat A Little Quieter?”
The Unattended Soda Can in the Back of a Chevrolet on a Warm Midsummers Day.
Soda Pop a soda can in the back of a Chevrolet That’s been rolled around too many times tossed and tumbled against the chipped white paint and rust That’s sat in the sun too long That’s seen too many humid nights And too many sticky days Careful, When you open it The sweetness has fadedContinue reading “The Unattended Soda Can in the Back of a Chevrolet on a Warm Midsummers Day.”
Broken Reality
Broken Reality Under A Full Moon, But More So The Flickering Lights Of Neon Orange, The Incessant Humming Of Broken Electrical Wires, And The Shadows Cast In An Empty Lot Of A Mint Steeple Chapel Words Litter Pages Like Coke Cans Strewn Chaotically By The Curb. It Is The Year 2021, And Not Many AreContinue reading “Broken Reality”
Nightingale
Nightingale, Thine name est me I wake and sing with reverie Amongst the bees and humming birds Nightingale, thine call me Slumber not within thine lunar veil And grow’th eerie ivory-pale Absent infantile creature They dismiss mine weary voice Alone I call to higher order Alone I call and silence Thou sees not this awfulContinue reading “Nightingale”
The Silent Singer 