Wednesday, May 23, 2018


Nothing is ever good or bad, everything just is.
Order will come, like it or not.
It is hard to look past delineated norms, and emerge unbiased.
But try we must, else why do we breath this very air?
To strive is to be human.

Thursday, May 10, 2018

Elated disbelief.

How it feels to be part of history.

Wednesday, October 4, 2017


The lights flicker, blindingly. I see wraiths and phantoms in that instant of fleeting darkness.
I write by typing. Stitching words in awkward sequences, chasing dreams.
The blinking cursor mocks my inability to construct sentences, once I was so proud of.
I have grown afraid. Of almost everything there is to be afraid of.
The rustling poses a turning of leaves, back to newer beginnings.
I grow arrogant and complacent with my inflated ego unchecked.
The joy is still there, singing songs of treachery.
I start. I stop. I continue on.
The demons emerge, tall and strong.
I see a reflection of my insecurities.
The writer dying, as routine sets in.
I don't wanna give up.

Monday, August 7, 2017


Turn right, look left.
From here, to there.
Always more, never less.
I left, right after.
There is here, now.
Talk less, listen more.

Monday, July 31, 2017


Into the gentle quiet dark night.