Sunday, March 30, 2014


This is a bright new little bit of happiness.
One I walked away from almost
There was no way that I deserved
To be able to embrace it again
Yet that is what has happened.
Lovely times

Real life just gets in the way for a bit now and then I guess.

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Happy Shit

It cuts
It fucking sucks
I deserve every little bit of discomfort
It brings me nothing but unhappiness
To imagine the happiness
That I ain't making
And it could easily make one feel forgotten
Except to remember that you are not
Memories are mine
I will maybe remember
Or maybe store all away
For never.
Or ever.
But I am sure that I am happy
To have had the little bit of eye to eye
Truth is all that is needed
People think they want specific things
They don't
They want and need and will endure with Truth
The rest is just bits of loud and passionate testimony
Ready to leak away with the cold slow rain.

Sunday, March 16, 2014

Know Self

Pining with a nod to the reality of the situation
Drifting in the wishful bits improbable treasures
Lustful luxuries so far away from likely
Doesn't change the smile brought on
by the Dreaming.

Monday, March 10, 2014


I cannot even start to categorize, organize, or explain it.
Any of it.
And man, it would be a fraking great story

If I had the words
If I knew the tunes
But I don't

And won't
Until it is all over, and clear as the winter sky, once done
As it always is

And always was.
Until then I will turn and burn and wishfully rock and roll.
Breaking and catching

Crunching on the bits
Choking on the bones
Riding the throws

Feeling without a filter
Only after not feeling a thing

Lust, love, truth, happiness.
They all flow together
A tainted mix of pure want and knowing.