Three Napkins I Scribbled My Soul On

Recently as I was filing my chaotic pile of notes that clog my writing desk I came across three napkins with sporadic red sharpie on it. I remembered that last summer I was at a huge party to see a friend’s band. In a fit of something I have yet been able to describe withContinue reading “Three Napkins I Scribbled My Soul On”

Kim Kardashian and the Lowest Common Denominator

Trump is the byproduct of all our willful apathy and blissful ignorance under the neoliberal life we have been leading since the time of Reagan. Kim Kardashian coming to the White House to discuss prison reform is a massive embarrassment, this is very true. However, I honestly hope no one was surprised by this. OfContinue reading “Kim Kardashian and the Lowest Common Denominator”

My Recent Car Wreck; Trauma Will Not Win

Like many young writers who play the professional game I picked up a part time job for some extra cash and experience to keep my resume flowing while I still look for the door to kick in and put my foot. I started canvassing for rent control in the city of Sacramento and felt wonderfulContinue reading “My Recent Car Wreck; Trauma Will Not Win”

Cross or Pass the Threshold and Behold What is Destiny

Beginnings of their ends, always some brink of crossing thresholds and milestones. When some cross, others pass. When others pass many are unaware of the elevation the neo transcendence of all existential matter, of all everyday trivial and usable time and effort. Brought about wages of conflict striving under the boards like cockroaches that theyContinue reading “Cross or Pass the Threshold and Behold What is Destiny”

All is and are blank, Parody of the Selves

The nuisance of existing in such trying times. All is blank and all are blank and harsh and spoiled are the years. Everything is now just a parody of itself. God is dead, and so is satan and all their followers are in denial. Still wishing, and calling, praying and screaming, “Help!” 8/10/10 

Foul Hours Before the Sweet Embrace of Night

The Hours are foul. The Sun Sets. I must begone from this hell, and off to a place of rest. So I bid the adieu, and move on to the night anew. 7/27/10

That Which Cries to Fear A Waste

Yes and I again return to the charge that is my pity, Unwarranted, Unwanted, constant rapacious and facetious, Constant upon the negative fear and change, Fear and change of that which is unchanged, unspoken, Unwarranted. Contrived and conceded A Waste, A Waste! but at all and as such a waste for the better a wasteContinue reading “That Which Cries to Fear A Waste”

Say Why, and Wonder…

Sorcerers, Kings, Drugs, and other anachronisms whose shocks are dead, whose fear is not, whose echo bares no echo who so dares be sought of some pain, some truth, some pointless dreary beggars sordid mature evolve. Sorted on some contrived agreement some false ideas about other even more false ideas, false ideas Upon false ideas,Continue reading “Say Why, and Wonder…”

The Hours are Foul

The hours are foul. The sun sets. I must be gone from this hell, and off to a place of rest. So I bid thee adieu, and move on to the night anew.   7/27/10

Be foul, but look you a friendly face

Merry it is that you look on this day with holy woe. It was this cracked surface. This blocked tomb that the events did carry on. Be foul, but look you a friendly face To hide your wounded fear. Pitch your bio forth, to a kind and open ear. 7/28/10

This word, Love.

My heart is open to all. My soul is an open book, for love is a universal character even the poorest and the meanest and the most sad and the most spiteful and the most lonely have loved, or still love, or forever love. Where is your love? Have you none? Then you have someContinue reading “This word, Love.”

This Charge

This Charge, This mockery of peace and justice. Why these chains? Why these cells? Why these wardens? Why these overseers? Is the human soul not an inherent figure fixed of man? This is nothing that hasn’t been said before. If the day of judgement is true, Fear not for the victim’s but the evil’s souls.Continue reading “This Charge”

Die Not for No Country, or No Man

Fetch the strong armor, Prepare, prepare for anything. Stock pile your Beecher’s Bibles and Fill the shed wit food. Stand and deliver look at the whites of his eyes as bayonet enters his liver. This is no time to cringe. God is on our side and god is with you. You are the heroes YouContinue reading “Die Not for No Country, or No Man”