I’m so close to killing somebody—
might be myself,
or myself and somebody else.

’Cause a murder-suicide
feels like a smoother ride
than continuing to hide
these demons taking my mind.

I’m going psycho—
no typo.
You read it right.

A...

It's out for delivery you can't track

it nothing to indicate how many stops away

you have stuff to do but you have to stay

no matter how long it takes

you have to wait it's nearing the end of the day

you get a email it's been delayed

not sur...

words like drums every line attack

double up the flow never fall off track

snap on the snare when I paint these facts

808 pulse make the whole world crack

mindset make moves like a chest piece

chasing the first thought never second guess me...

Live your life to the fullest without fear

Climb the hills, bust through walls, run toward your dreams, and forge through life's fires

Sacrifice for the success that you desire

No one truly knows the person in the mirror

Be mindful that every ...

The difference between a believer

and a believer is a believer believes.

I come I go I never leave

if I do I'm not gone for long

before I return

the road is a wide turn

not a straight path

either I stop or I pass

all the ramifications are extremely severe harsh cruel and difficult to bear hard to watch can't help but stare at the unforgiving far reaching effect the immense pain suffering and hardship dealt out ruthless punishment relieving deep anger and d...

This poem was written by me in respect for the life of a good man, Mr. David E. Choate

My friend is in a place somewhere without harm, pain, or scare

Where the sun shines brightly, the skies stay blue, and the lakes stay full as pollinated...

A pet, a toy... trapped

in an endless echo chamber

an amusement of little value

employed at little cost.. if any

pinch-a-penny...

toss it up against the wall

your call, heads or tails

you see a goldfish, i'm a whale

not a p...

Gabriel

play your horn

break the silence

tear down those walls

with violence

greater than all the stones

they've gathered

to throw at those

who, like you

profess to follow

a different view

in your dimensional forecast

i am a stray cloud

rising in and out

of the fleeting shadows

unimportant to the wake

of greater things

moving what matters

a misplaced sign, perhaps

a remnant of clouds dispersed...

survival... the constant battle

a spiritual tone of consciousness
generated beyond thinking

an awareness not quite honed
still, there... somewhere

to proclaim this tenuous grasp of existence
trying repeatedly to ascend...

to our natural hom...

It begins with a cough

Low grade fever

Night sweats

Diarrhea of the mouth

Also known astalking shi*t

Throwing up lies

Vomiting untruths

Regurgitating hate

The Sickness

It lingers in the air

Lives on door knobs

Bath...

some think it's over I think it's not some think it's the end I say stop maybe perhaps wrapped in brown paper tied in burlap some rather sing I prefer to hum MmmHmm Hmm hmm hmm Hmm hmm hmmMmm mmm mmm Hmm...Hmm Mmmmmm mmmmm hmmmm mmm mmm hm "cogi...

I almost panicked, I was letting life get to me and I should have known better. I was working a cold sweater -- I was doing things backwords and expecting forward results. This sh*t can get moist and if you are not paying attention you might miss ...

Nonexistent thoughts

of a sailor at sea

Passing by, dreaming

In the midst of a warm salty breeze

Pushing waves toward golden shores

And awaiting fantasies

Of a glorious destination

Dreamt in a thousand daydreams galore