The Problem With Words 1999 pastels on paper
The Problem With Words
The problem with wordsIs that they wouldn’t obey. And you didn’t listenTo what the words didn’t say. The problem with wordsIs they get stuck.Caught in my throatAnd the words back up. The problem with wordsIs when they need to love, they hate.Or they’re too soft, or too thin,Or too little too late. The problem with wordsIs …
Golden Ticket
Day 51 of Quarantine 2020... https://youtu.be/rqaA8lQGnmc
Creator Mentality
Sleeping deep, Creator wrapped up in lucid dreams soaring high, bird of prey sunlight kisses upon her wings Stirring now, Creator grounded and bound to day blinking slowly, composing the universe begins to play Wild and free, Creator new patterns are exposed fine-tuning, higher frequencies The realms inside realms unfold
It’s 3am I must be lonely
So this happened today… I woke up at 3am this morning. Wide awake. And I knew it was early but I didn’t know the exact time. I don't use clocks anymore, not for the last 3 weeks anyway. I’ve been going off of the theory if I wake up and it’s light outside, then it’s …
Better Than What? Reminiscence from an ungrateful bastard…
I have this tattoo on my back. A remnant from my I-don’t-give-a-shit youth. I suppose the only reason I don’t hate it is because the smartest thing I ever did was purposely putting it in a spot that I couldn’t see. I have no idea what it looks like, except through multiple looking glasses. It …
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If a Tree Falls in the Forest
I've been struggling to find time to write, really, time to do anything. But writing comes easier when life is less full. Life is full of happiness, life is full of gratitude. I simply need to stop and enjoy it. What do I need to question? I only have to focus on gratitude. In truth, …
How Did I…?
Original words Original thoughts Never a one, had I Original sin Original blasphemy Ignorantly guilty, am I? Originally intended Unintentionally mistaken Mistakenly underestimated, thought I Underappreciated Overly sensitive Wholly misunderstood, was I? Intentions lie to your face Truth dies on your tongue Your lips hesitate to grasp the situation, yet I …
When You Deem the Stars are Broken
I've deemed the stars are broken. My wishes don't come true. These dreams are just make believe. My future has drowned in blue. In a moment of despair, I gave up and told you I was done. I challenged you to get me out of here. It seemed strange, you did not come. …
Like a Moth to a Flame
What is it about the moth that allows him to be so mesmerized by fire? Is it that light is inherently good? Is it the heat that he craves? Is it the knowledge that other animals will also be drawn to the flame and therefore he will be in the company of his peers, his …
Inner Monologue Blog 