Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Hot Springs

Sitting in a hotel lobby
She reads to rid the frustration
Of lust unconquered
Lust unappreciated 

Quiet and cold 
She pretends she is not there
Eyes slowly peeling the page
Words blurred and swirled 
She concentrates harder 

A couple stirs her way
Agitated she looks up in a huff 
Imagining where else she would rather be
She doesn't deserve this shit

Tick tick the old clock goes
Colder the emotions get
No end in sight
Her eyes wander across the languid room 
Ornament filled with decadence 
Lost in an era of want
How could this have been a great idea?

Tuesday, December 2, 2014



It's almost over now
One more pull
Smoke curls up 
These bright things swoosh past 
Shooting stars below

It's almost done now
Strangers in gaze 
As lights rotate colors 
And dance up ahead 

Nearly there now 
They push and shove 
Throwing coins at Buddha 
As He, will bless them 
Crooks, chinks, apes all alike 
Sat in this monsters belly 
Hearing the crackling from theirs mouths 
As a familiar stench wafts about 
Two more or is it four stops 
I can not tell

These heathen roads do not take me home  

Solange- Under Construction

Monday, April 28, 2014


The destruction or is it the making,
 I can never understand.
To be judged? Normal.
 To be watched? Normal.
Spoken of?
Chastised? Everyone gets their turn
When do you ever win?
This challenge
What is the highest score?
I do not know!
Money? Never enough!
Success?  Overrated!
They say….
Ambition? Overwhelmingly normal,
Hearts?  Crushed to pulp
Trust, earned with all above
Friends, non-existent philosophy
Skeptic? Indefinitely!!!

What is all this fuss?
Challenge! You quip!!!
You take it, run with it, try it out!!!
Start over, tens of millions of quests
Isn’t it exciting!!!
You say…
It is that overdressed futility
Sashaying her hips
Lulling you on her breasts

Towards your imminent failure!

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Glistening in The Morning Dew

Misfiring hormones turned into delusion,
The mind with all its limits,
Converses in tattle tales;
Fooling the heart,
To think,
It can,
Mesmerizes itself, with;
In that,
All that,
Is a passing.
That the physical
Is a front for trickery?
And that man,
A Man is a lover.
Adaptation I smirk,
If only all understood
What happiness is…

Thursday, June 6, 2013

An Ode to a Friend

Like a moth without light
He left unpersuaded,
Grated against the banks time,
Drowned in embrace of change,
Knowing he has to exist.

He jeered taunts to the future,
Challenged the past,
Spoke in the present,
This place was not his to stay.

The moth he was,
He, journeyed on,
In these foreign lands,
He slept;
Amongst cherry blossoms and bald black thorns,
Crippled by contradiction,
He sang to the wind, it blew
And he went.

An idealist? Rarely;
He read of existentiality,
The practical,
The subject,
The heart,
The people,
He was not conflicted,
Never was he a tortured soul,
Harnessed by reckless words, fawning nor smoke.

He knew his purpose,
And he left this place,
To those keen to serve in blindness.

We  acknowledge our temporary existence, however, we celebrate our lasting connection, i will always remember you old friend...

Monday, May 27, 2013

The Last

I do not want bitter to be a lasting taste in my mouth, it’s hard when you feel  like a deer struck by car with blinding lights, I lie spun, guts ripped, the sky open, clear, starry, my destiny fled, enveloped by the up-high abyss. Helpless, tire marked, this blood seeps, seeps, away, prying its way through and to the under, the compost, the lost, the forgotten, my bloods pours through, to the other side, the end. The engine awakes raves and stops, raves again, trying to pull away, trying figure out, that, which has just ended, stopped in its tracks! Cold the world maybe but death is acknowledged by involuntary open stares. Eyes wince and blur, limbs stray; unaccounted for, the heart slows, the driver convinced, brighter the night burns, with one roar, shrouded silence remains. In that moment, I think, I do not want bitter to be the last thing I feel in this life.