Floundered

To me,

I must go,

but to fight 

is more than a reflection,

its a state of mine about growing up.

I may have my imperfections,

I know I'm a weak person

but I can't stand the way

you twist the reality.

My writings are my truths.

Some of the lies are manipulated.

 Never, did I once lie to you,

but you've been caught in the lie multiple times.

How will this love flourish?

Fuck Love Give Me Diamonds

It's uncanny how the screwing of a bottle top, can run a chill down one's spine?

It's 3:00 in the afternoon, and already he's begun his dissent into an alcoholic blunder.

Soon he'll be stumbling toward me, with that goofy, sad, grin on his face and a thoughtless apology.

That, ladies and gentlemen is the true definition of a crocodile smile.

To be smothered in his arms, with the stench of vodka, and a crooked eyed smile, is worse then death.

I didn't marry your alter ego.

I married you..

Where's that kind, soft spoken man, with a building confidence and intelligently brazen mind been hiding?

That's right, he's being pinned down and tortured by this reckless soul.

Rape Me

To that bitch,
you know who you are!.

Stop trying to steal my shit.

I'm an original,
never duplicated,
always replicated,
sometimes copy righted,
but always the freshest,
mother word smith.

My style is my gift,
and my art is in the expressions.

If you don't like it,
don't read it,
but know,
that no one is safe.

While I may use aspects of my life,
every article,
every mythos,
is not one hundred percent fact.

Some of the best work we have inside ourselves is from the truth.

If we deny the possibilities,
and run from the harsh realities,
society will try and hunt you down for life.

Stop running from the exhibitionists,
and expressionists.

It all may be trash to you,
but somewhere,
out there,
is another freedom fighter,
fighting back their inner thoughts.

Let's start a revolution with words and art,
not with guns and fists.

Kill me with your lyrics,
and rape me with your visuals aesthetics.

Artistic assault is the most powerful aphrodisiac.

Brain Food

From the noise and the clutter,
now silence.

What made the difference,
to silence the aggrievance?

Why, we will never know,
all I trust to believe
are the sprinkled thoughts,
worming across my brain.

All Burnt Up

I wince at the beauty queen,
rummaging through the discount make up bin,
and continue to pillage this flea ridden convenience store.

I came with a craving for Flamin' Hots,
but left with a fudgy bear,
burning in my left jacket pocket.

To be young and blind again,
and rebuild the mind with strong, independent thoughts.

This often crosses my perplexed brain,
but I am reminded of all that I've accomplished,
but forgotten over the years.

So many people,
myself included,
skip past these memories,
hoping to leave a boot sized imprint in the sands of time.

I am among the many, unhappy with whats been given to me,
and occasionally need to be knocked on my ass,
only to restructure my priorities.

The idea that persons can feel extreme weather conditions used to bother me,
but lately my bones have been aching inexplicably.

It's best not to make sense of these phenomena's
and power forward.

Even the burnt tracks of rubber on the road serve a purpose,

but I can't help but wonder why sometimes.

Spinning Too Fast

Inspiration's at its peak, during fall.

The way the sun shines across the leaf littered lawns in patches.

Shivering under your favorite comfort sweatshirt,

and becoming completely self aware that nature is taking its final breath.

Even now I hear the cries of a wind chime,

warning us all of the impending dangers brewing.


We survive the fun and madness of Halloween,

only to be completely gorged with Thanksgiving,

followed by the most festive, yet gruesome of holidays.


Still we don't run for the hills.



Every now and then I have to stop and take a breath,

admire the beauty and ugliness of it all,

then move into another year of loss and rebirth.


Oh how the world turns,