Wanna Be Socrates, a poem

Dull, now babbles some wanna-be Socrates. A Plato of the non- existent preverbal page. An awkward stammer and pause gone about with forced emotion. So forced that it has no force, no power, gone and now at rest, deserving non of its fake praise. Lofty lust, and more incoherent babbles and rambles in the nameContinue reading “Wanna Be Socrates, a poem”

Perfection is a waste of time (a poem)

Perfection Is A Waste of Time You can’t go to hell if you are already there, And perfection is the death of art. The pursuit of perfection, Is the birth of mediocrity. Mediocrity can be no one’s muse. But perfection is tedium, Soulless and tedious. These words to the wordsmith, are trivial repetitive garbage. SoulContinue reading “Perfection is a waste of time (a poem)”

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”

The Meaning of Meaning

The question seems like a cliché in our jaded post modern millenial world; “What is the meaning of life?” But I put forth an alternative question, an expansion on the semantics of the words above. I.e., “What is the meaning of meaning?” A seemingly simple question if we stick to the absolute literal, that isContinue reading “The Meaning of Meaning”

Dare I say What God is?  or Losing My Religion (Millenial Remix)

Dare I say what god is? Well as a poet and a self-inclined philosopher, of course I do. I believe in god, but as a concept. There has never been any society or culture since the beginning of humankind that did not have a word and concept for what is god.   With that said,Continue reading “Dare I say What God is?  or Losing My Religion (Millenial Remix)”

Gramercy, The Journey of Jack Lewis Chapter 16

chapter 16  The Aftermath     Judge Bachman was ecstatic to hear Lewis was in custody.  He was disappointed to hear he was in another state and would be tried by a separate Judge, but he would watch the trial coverage on FOX NEWS as close as possible.     Once Jack was caught, it wasn’t longContinue reading “Gramercy, The Journey of Jack Lewis Chapter 16”

Gramercy, The Journey of Jack Lewis. Chapter 13.

Chapter 13 Fun Playing God Needless to say our star crossed lovers spent that night in each others arms.  In fact they had spent every night for the last three weeks in each others arms.  Never had either one been so happy, so warm, so full of joy. Kate was used to men being douche-bags,Continue reading “Gramercy, The Journey of Jack Lewis. Chapter 13.”

Gramercy, The Journey of Jack Lewis. Chapter 12

Chapter 12  I’m With The Band   The next morning they all awoke one by one at the early hour of dawn.  They all rubbed their twinging necks and backs and gave each other shit for being so stupid for sleeping sitting up on the couches, especially these couches which they found in a scrapContinue reading “Gramercy, The Journey of Jack Lewis. Chapter 12”

Rhetorical Questions

Do we call to arms our great minds for the sake of their minds? Do we not sit upon thrones made of African machine guns? Are these thrones not sitting in the Louvre or the British Museum? Does vanity become a bi product of consciousness, or consciousness a bi product of vanity? Are we slavesContinue reading “Rhetorical Questions”

The Rival of Gloucester

I cannot predict What will happen to the save haven. A few good men defend the rival of Gloucester. But many fail and revel in the tower. It was the fate of poor and rich, the princes and thieves, political murder the culprit indeed.

The Hall of Mirrors – Versailles

A MORT LA BOURGEOISIE! A MORT! A MORT LA BOURGEOISIE! DEATH TO THE BOURGEOISIE! DEATH TO KING LOUIS! DEATH TO HIS QUEEN! Look at these Gallant Halls, These gold suns These marks of stolen luxury. A MORT! A MORT LA BOURGEOISIE!