the next breath is the last

ready to take off, ready to soarI’m tired of sighing, no longer lyinglaying in the waste, my soul is ready to flyall the money in the world, I still want morethe grass is greener when I’m stilllife is a choice, and I have free willI can see the birds poke their heads outsilently observing, fate […]

finish on their faces

you filthy scumstroking the balls of depressed slavesmasturbating the children to grow oldslowing the rotation of the planetand force feeding modified muckyou call it food, I say mind controlmanipulated to murder each otherthen ourselves, slowly, bitterlyand okay with being taxedevery step of the waythe sun doesn’t shine, it bleedsand moonshine dampens the sex scene

Ink and Irrelevance

Ink conveys neither life nor death Blood suggests neither man nor woman Breath itself tells me very little About who you are, and more importantly Why The object of this life we’ve been given Is not to accumulate or accomplish But to prepare and introspect On what’s been done, is happening And will be done, […]

Important and Unnecessary

A pipeline to success Still have to figure out the rest A platform with no purpose Is the fastest ticket southward Media shuttles ideas for people too dense Then when the bus breaks down they’re lost Never caring to think on their own Crossing guards are politicians Both important and unnecessary People will do good […]

We’re Playing Dress Up and Democracy Is Our Chains

Take me from this church, I don’t belong to life Humans shattering bones with blood And taking life with a million knives Ingrained in our society the absence of rights Despite aged documents we claim to live by Ingrained in our food, flowing in our water Chemicals and poisons that shove us farther Into the […]

These Paper People

I’ve never come across anyone That cares about anything that matters   Not in this town, not in this city Not in this fragile facility we call a living   Not in this state, not in this country We’re all living and dying, without dreaming   We’re breathing and falling, loving and lying We’re all […]

The Things I’m Not, We All Are

First things first I’m not a writer There’s nothing special about my profession Everyone writes everyday Even when they’re not thinking about it Communicating information is centuries old What makes me so bold To share it with the world Is the power and passion that flows Inside these veins, borne of a brain Taught to […]

Dry Heaving Seasick Lullabies

My poetry is for sailors and captains with troubled thoughts the nooses and broken stools with self esteems to match the rainbows, the puzzles and the misfits in between the native, the foreigner and border crossing dreams the misconstrued woman who raises her children alone and the father who leaves his home to serve his […]