“The poor deserve it!” Lies and slander. “The left hates…” Lies and slander. “The police protect and serve.” Lies and slander. “Your standard of living will only go up.” More lies, more slander. “Love is all you need.” More lies, more slander. “This is land of the free.” The biggest lie, the biggest slander.
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”
Fool said, “I am fool.” Another said, “I am not!” They were the true fool.
Wretched hours, Cursed cliches yet sinfully, regrettably again, I write these words with a mind of conflict and a heavy heart. Thoughts and my body twisted and wrangled and always so mother bloody fucking constant. Find no pattern in these words, yet please do, For although there is no story here, There indeed is, andContinue reading “The Story’s Answer. Part 1”
Forgotten pages and souls wonder and wander wondering what could have been? Instead what is gets swept under the ugly rug of a family skeleton closet. Cradles never rocked. Spanish language poems fill the hallways of a once empty mind, and Gil Scot Heron is not forgotten. Who says a white man can’t jump orContinue reading “Forgotten Pages and Souls Wander”
Ten deep breathes, and let the words do all the work, let this chaos be my own, let that flesh be known to me. Let that idea sour in our skies and our speech. Let each and every one. Our wishes and prayers are pointless, no one hears them except the well and the priest.Continue reading “The Work of My Words”
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”
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
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”
Come now my pen! My pen, you shall be my valiant sword you shall be my chivalrous oath. Oh sweet pen, speak out upon my rage, my fear, my love, my desire. Run my pen along this dead page. Be the source my pay, my life my peace. Tell the tale I cannot my pen.Continue reading “My Pen”
Our Collective sobs, going unnoticed by a firing council, park ended apartment to held the purposed feuds, patron urges, and patron saints, their ancient monarchs and their command to sing and sing once again. Satyricon was a farce, and it is important to be ernest, and is not truth simplyContinue reading “Marked Upon the Hour”
I grow weary and annoyed with the shallow arbitrary nature of this world’s public. Where there should be empathy there is apathy. Where there should be curiosity there is stupidity. Where there should be patience there is not only impatience but intolerance. Where there should be understanding there is ignorance. Where there should be romanceContinue reading “The End of Apathy: A Call to Consciousness”