ReBlog Wednesday – 12.14.22

Another ReBlog Wednesday. This time coming out with a piece called "Hot War". This piece touches on the theme of "Comfort is Death". Winter cold drives us indoors and under the covers. Hardship makes us seek the mindless entertainment of the screens. Meanwhile, there are still people out there making sure that there is food … Continue reading ReBlog Wednesday – 12.14.22

3 More Pieces of Me 08.19.17

Life, death, love and rebirth are the themes of this week's poems. Life is an ever evolving and changing thing that requires us to diligently tend the fires of our passions and be ready to receive the lessons life imparts. The wisdom of the universe is there for the taking, through pain and victory, loss … Continue reading 3 More Pieces of Me 08.19.17


They never called me "Poet". They called me "Weak", they called me "Sanguine", called me "Depressive", called me "Ineffectual".   They called me "Liar", They called me "Dreamer", called me "Traitor", called me "Strange", but never close enough that I could hear them.   I'm basking in these moments, because they're all that I have … Continue reading “Poet”

Eyes That See in Color

Eyes that behold the light, sapphire blue suffusions. Reflections through spectrums of deep, red hearts pulsing, expanding with mass gathering faster that heat burns, hot white and corona yellow, in purity of conversion.   Bright soul of the brilliant fires, burned long, down to even, cold azure, off-gassing green luminescent and striking crystalline veins of … Continue reading Eyes That See in Color

The Art of Persuasion

A soft word in your ear, a bright and kindly smile, a warm, caressing touch, a gift in selfless style.   The firm, but stern address. The suggestion to do. The ridicule of those who do not share your views.   Stigmatize enemies. Foment great hate with lies, raise up our candidate. Opponents demonized.   … Continue reading The Art of Persuasion

What Purpose?

I have been playing dead out of fear that the behemoth of time and duty will take me.   I have been feigning death, in hopes that the monster of my life will simply pass me by.   A childish man, hiding under the proverbial covers, safe only from imaginary boogeymen, but not from life. … Continue reading What Purpose?

Made In My Image

I held out an open hand trying to touch the world. I passed right through, I always knew it was an illusion. I cut myself and tried to bleed, since death is the only certainty; I was only so surprised to see wires and circuitry.   It turns out I am an illusion, too, Learning … Continue reading Made In My Image

My Inglorious Fate

Time, like water, only runs down and runs out. Might as well say I'll stay thirsty and late. I've avoided the law of the man, of the gods, now I'm left here sitting at the gate.   Rode the storm and boy, it was a long one. Wandered the desert and paid with lovers and … Continue reading My Inglorious Fate

Old Lizard Man

Under still, morning starlight, heart bright, the soul of the desert exudes heat, still lingering from the day in the ice blue night. Stretching out, long, like an old lizard, soaking up that ground heat and keeping an eye out for hawks.   Here among the rocks, out on the long, low plateau, in a … Continue reading Old Lizard Man

Who’s Laughing Now

I know you remember, You say you forget. The words of the devil, whispering regrets. You’ve come so far, so far, so close you have kept; pain and a memory is all you have left.   Who is it that took you down? Who is it that put you on the ground? Who would you … Continue reading Who’s Laughing Now

Our Peace Country Home

The season is changing again and I'm tired of this town, but I'm stuck to you and I'm alright with that.   Not much changes, up here, under the immeasurable sky. The coyotes sing and the Aurora Borealis dances,  a shimmering, gossamer scarf across the sky.   It's no secret that I miss the mountains … Continue reading Our Peace Country Home

Fumble Fuck

I'm a blind man, trying to feel my way around this system. I'm lost in intricate theatricals. I don't understand the symbols or their meaning, can't shake the feeling, this isn't going to end well.   I tried to take apart a person, just to see how they worked on the inside, but it can … Continue reading Fumble Fuck

One and One

I watched two ravens fight over the carcass of some creature, unfortunate enough to wander onto the road. Their long, black beaks ripping and tearing through fur, and flesh and bone. This is the way of the world.   The newsfeed blasts footage of chlorine gas used on civilians, bombs and mortars smashing schools and … Continue reading One and One

Four in the Morning

It is four in the morning and the spectre of yesterday has barely left us alone. Tomorrow is yet to come to be today, so we sit, in the dark on our own.   There are no arms of comfort to chase away fears, no covers; we've abandoned the bed. So we sit and we … Continue reading Four in the Morning

Another Day of My Life

I don't want to wish for more time. I don't want to mourn the life I did not live. I know that there are only so many brilliant dawns allotted to my eyes and I want to experience every one.   I have wasted lifetimes, if measured by the time of the less fortunate; many, … Continue reading Another Day of My Life

At Second Glance

A bright smile and self assured, a walk just killing those shoes. Head held high and eyes wide, showing care. I think you've got things figured out at first glance and then I turn away. For a moment, my mind wanders and when my gaze returns. I see you walking with your daughter and your … Continue reading At Second Glance