Writers Block, A Poem

No ideas, but all the motivation. All the reasons to do it yet no reason at all. Like a marathon, hitting a wall. Just spit it out, Put it on the page! Put it on the Page! Forget if it makes sense, forget the grammar and spell checks. Fuck making sense. Just put it onContinue reading “Writers Block, A Poem”

Poetry’s Place in the Revolution: The Rant of a Socialist Poet

God fucking cock sucking mother fucking damnit! Quite a poetic opening am I right? Yes a bit blunt but to be honest I am in a foul mood. I started off the year strong by getting published twice in one month, but ever since June it has been a series of pitches and rejection letters.Continue reading “Poetry’s Place in the Revolution: The Rant of a Socialist Poet”

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”

The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 6

Chapter 6 Then I had another dream. I was talking to her, telling her everything about myself.  Confessing every single pathetic detail of my infatuation with her.   But suddenly she changed.   Suddenly I wasn’t taking to her, but the girl whom I struck whilst pummeling her boyfriend.  But what I was saying wasn’t changingContinue reading “The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 6”

The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 5 “I’ve just had 18 straight whiskies, I think that’s the record” Dylan Thomas’s last words.

Chapter 5 “I’ve just had 18 straight whiskies, I think that’s the record” Dylan Thomas’s last words. That night, I had a dream.   The dream was about her.   We fucked in my dream, we fucked in the hottest most passionate of ways, totally naked, arms and legs wrapped around each other and locked inContinue reading “The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 5 “I’ve just had 18 straight whiskies, I think that’s the record” Dylan Thomas’s last words.”

The Black Widow : Chapter 8

The Black Widow : Chapter 8 Life is already hard for our teenage heroine Lisa. But life gets even harder when a sexy serial killer starts killing every douchey guy and bitchy girl at her school and she becomes the prime suspect. Until one night when she finally comes face to face with the terrorContinue reading “The Black Widow : Chapter 8”

The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 4

Chapter 4  I woke up at about 7:30, and cursed at myself for not being able to sleep in more.  But I was up, so I leaped my torso forward and erected my position, and pushed down to get rid of my morning wood.  I was dreaming about her.  It wasn’t a sex dream, IContinue reading “The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 4”

To the People who are actually defending the UCSB shooter….

Go fuck yourselves.  Seriously.  I saw on twitter that there are pathetic excuses for “men” actually defending this guy, saying things like; “I blame blondes, not guns, for this one” “Well girls this is what you get for treating another nice guy like this” ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS!!!??? Last time I checked, NICE GUYS DON’TContinue reading “To the People who are actually defending the UCSB shooter….”

I Am Not a MadMan

I have been called to my own self defense, I am no madman, I am nothing but a bounty, of love and resource for all, for all who want and               accept it. I am not a madman. I am a presence that makes no        Continue reading “I Am Not a MadMan”

To Question

What ever was there to know, Whatever was there to have on hand to so be questioned. To question answer but on and off again, Sinful friendliness you are no help at all. Only past misconstruction and always trifled hours. 2/16/11

Saint’s and the Gold Ink

Saints bargain       night on valor shoots for the          secure voyeur. Very interesting, rid the plan for fault and imagination. Plain view in relevance. Romance, romance, I please do beg of romance. Of burden         chapter past       of social          Continue reading “Saint’s and the Gold Ink”

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”

No More and Never Was

So stings the said cruelty of nothing more than words. True to the moraless morals unethical ethics. What blind robot is unbiased? Can a critic be so dry of emotion they can judge unfairly? HA! Sweet bias is what drives our sight of insight upon sight! Feel that which is no more. No more, andContinue reading “No More and Never Was”