Reaching out beyond the dream of what you thought was real, spinning on this ball of life, head now under heel. Ready to die, to live this life so raw, alive on ledge- dancing, hurling, freeing your soul to finally stretch the edge.

Friday, August 4, 2017


Don't BE bitter
BE the love you always
knew you needed

instead of kicking me again

Then not only will you be the love,
but you will have the love...

the one you always needed

Monday, July 17, 2017

7.17.17 (Lucky sevens)

Every reality is a glimpse of
any spectrum...
colored or collared and chained
by mankind
because of what
we are

what if we were just beautiful?

Monday, July 3, 2017

Stop screamin' at me

If you had seen me crying
If you had felt the way I felt

If you had been the measure
of all the pain, my heart would melt

When you stand here, with me
Feeling the blood drip down my skin

Can you feel the pain that I feel?
Can you hold me, deep within?

Friday, April 21, 2017

You, tonight

Your touch alone could not heal me
if it were not for your tender moves

Oh you slayed the beast inside me
while you held my softness on your strong wings

that's why I sing about youuuu tonight
lovers tangle in the strangest lights
See me, as if I were you
you heard me in the dawn's light and now
that's why I sing about you, tonight

it is so god to be seen


Saturday, April 15, 2017


You can't chug it down...

another bite of that filth

so you waste away,

becoming something new and shiny.

Is that just fear, whittling you away,


is this slow-motion suicide?


Saturday, April 1, 2017

Writing a children's book.

I thought I saw you
on the other side
in that place where colors
and love guides your hand
toward my heart

but I can't feel you anymore

Where did you go?
I could not know what it is that you sought from me,
lest you tell me

in a roar
or a whisper

Where are you now?
I'm still lingering in that land where you promised me

your strength.


Friday, March 31, 2017


The chug, chug, glug of the coffee
maker dripping what I want,
like always before

Today with no good morning
on my phone or
reason to rush home

I'll take another sip
from this familiar cup as
once again, it fills with pain

With every drip
ripping me