Caught up in what is true for you doesn`t make it easy. Spun a yarn, proclaiming it was pure silk. Worm, or spider, you are just not it. As you approach the heat, it melts to your skin. Looks like you’re selling polyethylene again. Break down your words into simple and convenient motivations. Mouth … Continue reading Polyethylene

ReBlog Wednesday – “Rescue Breathing”

July 2020 doesn't seem that long ago in retrospect, but when I try to place myself back there, the timeline seems chaotic and obscured. I recall a daily ritual of wondering what fresh hell would visit us each day. Chaos and a riot of emotions. COVID-19 countermeasures in full swing. Domestic terror from every corner. … Continue reading ReBlog Wednesday – “Rescue Breathing”

For My Entertainment

Every little piece of this amazing contradiction makes me smile on the inside. I have see behind all of those little inhibitions, slight micro expressions, little, tiny lies that compromise your comprehension.   I'm telling you the sky is blue and you believe it's true because you want to.   It's so easy to cover … Continue reading For My Entertainment

Echo Chamber

These days the urgent message echoes and doesn’t reach the ears in time. Ringing hollow in the time that we have left, the worlds are lost, for the ear has turned inside.   Far better, it seems, to hear the comfort of the wordless prattle that abates doubt and firms ascension, but when the time … Continue reading Echo Chamber


We're gonna tell you what it is.We're gonna tell you who you are.We're gonna tell you where you're from.We're gonna know just what you've done.We'll tell you we're all made of stars.We'll tell you we aren't here at all.We're gonna tell you we're impressed,just lift up your dressto show you're worthy of the call. Another bible's … Continue reading Autofocus

Our Disquiet Masses

If you’re quiet, in the silence you can hear nerves snapping and synapses firing hot, then burning out; as well groomed conflict takes down hearts and minds alike. Bleeding hearts find no bandage and coagulate slowly. Most are left to just bleed out on the floor, their bodies shape a grim hedgerow along the path … Continue reading Our Disquiet Masses

Perfect Medium

Wish that I could write in white and describe to you this darkness, dispel all this that divides us, ignite this empty night. Learn to sing with the voice of angels and speak to you of Heaven, using words of water tell you of the ocean. If only I could speak as clear as thought, … Continue reading Perfect Medium