Ribbons

Ever wonder where the wind is if ribbons didn’t move? Ever wonder how a song feels if it never found its groove? Ever heard a lie and knew it wasn’t the truth? Ever met a smart guy yet knew he was a fool? You can hear a snake

The Groove

This is the sleepless one, the deepest one, the breathless one. Consciousness is synonymous with thoughtfulness, I caution this with confidence. It's the light that cuts the dark abyss where motionlessness feels limitless. Fearfulness lost in this bonded fist is constant bliss to a broken wrist that dawns

The Observer

You call yourself a critical thinker? Ever question the perception of life from the cosmic elevation? Ever experience temptation during contemplation? Ever wonder why distraction comes to action as you figure out spiritual traction? Silently I watch and wonder, ponder on how to conquer informational plunder. Sunder thunder in explanations

The Titan

Trust me son, you don’t know shit. Let the sonic come, vibrations sure to hit. Quick - the titan comes. I know you feel sick. Watch the words and make sure you don’t miss. You’re feeling irrelevant, elephant in the room, poachers coming soon. Impending doom, walls

Freedom

Beauty truly shows up fully when engaged with unlimited movement. Let that inner voice smoothly reflect the letters of this arrangement. This is a new event for your amusement — I’ve made improvements to your recruitment. Inducement to your spirit's ear holes; I’m free to move cold,

The Human

One of these times, I’m going to be right. Long days staying up all night to fight this fight that don’t feel right. Chest is tight, mouth don’t bite, numbness writes. Spiral from the denial of truths I should of swallowed. Hollow from the inside, hollows pressed

The Samurai

He’s a samurai immortalized by poltergeist. Notarize his cold blue eyes, rekindled of a former life. Reincarnated DOOM, swoons through the depth of your room. A big boom, warm tomb, cherry blossoms bloom. Zoom past the gloom and unearth the perfume of a monsoon. Perfectionist mirrors deflectionist, reflections split.

The Acrobat

It’s topsy-turvy, loopy, droopy, kick back as I fast forward this movie. Whoopsie - I found the code for inducing the lucid feelings from the lunar movements. Truth has been sent, yet, we forget its presence again and again. I’ve seen a butterfly pimped. I’ve been in

The Pompous One

Magniloquent speech becomes eloquent breaches, Teaches the epidemic to suspend the time it takes to unwind my pompous lines. On this monstrous tid bit I strive to be flawless a little bit. Cautious thoughtless progression is an escalation to my discretion. Vicissitudes shift the vibe off my mind’s riff.

Trance Language

I begin this trance simply - hypnotic. Symbolic for hyperbolic - hyperbole superb. Launch with superpowers - showers with thoughts. Think of you and me. She and he. Her and him, you and them, Can I ask who we are again? Dark night starts to spin. The Dark Knight arrives

Happiness in the Ruins

This is not a ploy, this is the embodiment of connected joy. Grand rising to surprising new Christmas toys. Boys completed their journeys and refused to be yours. Girls fulfilled with secrets revealed - opening fresh doors Revere the new land at hand. Ruins are foundations for new plans. Ashes

The Tetragon

There was once a boy who was trapped in a box. Quick witted known to outplay the fox. There was an air about him, an aura that grounded, that came with a pop. Coal not yet a diamond, loose toe in the socks. Foes surrounded him, trenches dug around, destruction

Poem

Steps

Small feet make large craters in the streets Weakness - apparition of defeated minds Mine born to shine Tempest winds born to die Hollowed out bodies call out of divine guidance His intervention - loosened grip on responsibility for your decisions Twisted wicked intentions deceived in misguided intuitions. I heard

Poem

The Curves of Life

What is the definition of been through hurt? What is a voice that hasn’t tasted dirt? What are these systems that perpetuate curse? Who would you say has been there first? Who would you choose to ride when it's time to do what it do? Who? Is

Poem

Pouring

My heart beats. Hands shake. Breathing raspy. Leg bouncing, bouncing, bouncing. Counting down the imaginary rests I want to take. My head quakes. Shake loose the negative, cling to the positive. Advice makes the result feel preposterous. A violent whisper, a brush of fear A death match fighting back a

Poem

Ode to Prince

I was dreaming when I wrote this, forgive me if I go astray She walked through the out door, she wore a raspberry beret But it was Saturday night, I guess that makes it alright And you say, “What have I got to lose” I say: Come to the park

Poem

The Kindred Spirits

Jimmi lived in the mountains, Anna lived in the sea. He filled his walls with pictures, She filled her hands with shells. Jimmi loved the sharp, clean air, Anna loved the way bubbles tangled in her hair. He walked the cliffside path, She swam beneath the foam. He saw the

Prose

Warrior

Long ago, when I was still unshaped clay, my father called me and my brother before him. His eyes carried storms, and his voice split the air like thunder. He asked: “Are you soldiers… or warriors?” We were young. We did not yet understand the weight of his words. Soldiers

Poem

Meditation 1

Let’s take a minute and take a journey through the brain. Lately things have not been the same, the gale force winds of change Have jingled the chains of stagnation and humiliation. Sitting in a pitch black room, pacing in anticipation. Captivated by the world, and silence means participation

Poem

The Lullaby

Here it is the 9th wonder of the world. Open your ears wide boys and girls. Widen your eyes - catch this mystique The mythic, mystic, prolific, rhythmic, Lullaby Surely I can relate to your terms of life Give you a series of words resembling advice And pray to the

Poem

Screaming Into The Void

See I wanna scream. A yell from the rooftops Screams into a void. A clutch tightens in my chest, like an old woman clutching her purse. Roar with defiance. Bellowing silence. Wailing for guidance. Howl to the moon. Raging at giants. Defying science. Can you hear me? I mean, can

Poem

The Craft

When I write, I need to feel the wind in my pen To touch the unfolded stories of the blank page When I start these words, rarely do I know how to begin. In the opening I can already envision the end. Ambition’s heat building up, a raging fire

Poem

Reminisce

Take a minute as I kick it. Maisey Royale The voice spittin from a different dimension. Ever get that tension when you're reminiscing. Questioning every decision, searching for what was missing. Piecing together clues that don’t even be existing. Twisting memories, life gives lemons, sell lemonade. Turn

Poem

I, Too, Am Wounded

I, too, am America Once strong, now fractured, cracks in the picture frame Morals eroded, hearts corroded by shame, family drifting A love locked away, behind a glowing screen, where it quietly decays I, too, mourn the shattering of Martin’s dream In a system that sows discord, hope is