Category: Poetry

His indignity is masked by silence, He gave up trying long ago. He expended tremendous effort To expose the depths of his soul. but none understood, instead They tried to assign him a role In their drama, selfish Inclination toward complete And utter domination They seek control Of all in their tiny sphere But they…

coldness fills the floor space as I lift my heavy eyes I quickly wash my face and put on today’s disguise Outside await choices of which I live in fear inside my head so many voices so many voices I can’t hear

So, I decided to make another blog, and it seems awfully appropriate, almost cosmically ordained. It’s called The Constant Hum I intend this blog to be the complement to my poetry blog, the two blogs representing the two sides of my personality, diametrically opposed, yet fueling each others’ growth. The title comes from the way…

you know the type?, tell you how to life your life, but hows theirs lookin?… Im just tryin to find whats true, wonderin what Im supposed to do, and just between me and you i dont believe in secrets… and to be honest it’s hard to be real with anyone but myself, don’t need no…

what good is a day of a couple dozen hours, when REM or J-O-B steal sixteen sweetly discrete time units from me. the remaining eight I attempt to allot, but ,O no, I forgot to subtract time in showers, shaving, and caffeine consumption, which provides the gumption to pursue a new goal. I’ll unteach myself…

text from mom shrimp skewers and stuffed venison steaks two hours of driving is it worth it? what will I miss? what if some great occurence occurs and Im not there or worse what if Im there but the occurence in fact does not occur How did I get so indecisive and afraid of interaction…

This disjointed series Of serious choices Has left me cold I listen with ease To erratic voices Some new, some old They pontificate about white Snowflakes and blue skies The products of reflected light Caught by optic eyes They never see Skies of white, Or blue snowflakes They never see Flux as right They like…

this disjointed series of serious choices leaves me cold. I listen with ease to uninformed voices new and old pontificate about white snowflakes and blue skies which, having seen with optic eyes they think they understand well enough to teach. They never see a white sky, a blue snowflake, and only I, only I know…

You say I make you laugh, more than yourself, more than giraffes in turtle-necks, and you giggle because I smiled when you said turtle. Did it ever ocurr to you to think, every single time you blink, the world is gone and your alone, alone, so alone. You give me so much flak Im considering not…