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”

What good is a broken man?

What an era to be alive. Yet how can one call living with no dignity living? Crawling on knees to get to a safe place to release your bowels, Begging from mercy from an overweight class traitor with shit aim Only to get 6 bullets in the back. For a cell phone. Can it beContinue reading “What good is a broken man?”

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”

Forgotten Pages and Souls Wander

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”

There Will Be Peace, Revolution, and One

  The archaic always seems to have its place. Whether we like it, whether we know it, is another matter all together. Is their any real poetry in these words? Is their any real phonetic surprise, any peak. Perhaps, but more than anything, their is return. Their is the same thing that has long cycledContinue reading “There Will Be Peace, Revolution, and One”

Never to Have Been Lost but Finally Found.

  Never to have been lost, but finally found, what a beautiful          cerebral charge! I smile, ear to ear as I read back on my own despair. My own weakness is        my comedy And such a good one to!                Too muchContinue reading “Never to Have Been Lost but Finally Found.”

Stream of Consciousness to Thoughts and Loves Long For Not.

     Fair Gone         again long, Dance no more, Too far gone, too fair gain,     In lust or love none so. Crested on whatever that means? Up Down I see no more. I used to hate the crows,             but the omens are realContinue reading “Stream of Consciousness to Thoughts and Loves Long For Not.”

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”

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