Sunday, February 28, 2010

Conversations with Buddha

Buddha told me to "desire less."
"I desire more what do you suggest?"
"I suggest you grow up." - Buddha
"I suggest you shut up."

Saturday, February 27, 2010


Scrolling through my cell phone
Memories of faded faces
Misplaced places
Mistakes at high stakes
Ugh life is so screwup in need of facelift
Hijacked soul chasing trespassers in no shoes
No hope listening to Sinatra sing more blues
More clues left for me to solve
Human life is one great evolve
For us to transcend
Bunch of damn friends
Just fiends that we decided to let in

Our heart
Our heart
Our heart
Our heart

Friday, February 26, 2010


Way to ruin my moment.
Intruder unwelcomed.
Humiliating us.
Boisterous blockhead.
Wipe the cement from behind your ears.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Such as Life...

Money is the only constant in my life right now
And I am stretching out my consonants because I can’t afford to buy a vowel
And everyone I trusted in my life has gone on trial
Convicted found guilty, now I'm broke when I smile

Saturday, February 20, 2010


Never felt more invisible with so many eyes on me

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Explosions in the Sky

"I wish we could live forever
Then melt into the sun
Melt into the sun
Time is gonna change you
Once it gets you on the run
Gets you on the run
There will be
There will be
There will be a light" - Ben Harper

How do you think the sun created us?

As beams of lights

We flicker, us sunbeams

We shine, others fade

Living through us as a dispersion

We begin to see the light

Escape mind's darkness

Follow the light

Friday, February 12, 2010

My Generation

My generation sells souls like a collection of sneakers
We critique the players while we sit in the bleachers
We sit in class and don't listen to teachers

My generation...

End of the Road

Death of a friendship
Slashes were intended
For your spinal cord
Now your feeling jaded
The reflection of self faded
And your seeing all the acquaintances in your past that you have hated

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Sticks & Stones

Prying in my private life
Bitter from rejection
Jealousy grows in the heart of a vacant hand
Fear of their own insecurities,a forsaken man
Asking is this life or time of tribulation
Words break bones, vibes pull elation


Sticks and stones start fires
Fires burn with passion
Echos of a lost soul
Reflect a repeat of past ashes

Sticks and stones start fires
Fires destroy cities
There is a light inside me
There is a light that burns within me

Sorting through the messages
Left upon their faces
Sorting through the consequences
Left with temptation
They poke and pry, why even try?
The gates of hell are waiting

Sticks and stones start fires
Fires burn with passion
Echos of a lost soul
Reflect a repeat of past ashes

Sticks and stones start fires
Fires destroy cities
There is a light inside me
There is a light that burns within me

The light within pulsates
While theirs merely reflects
A dead star still shines because there is life after death
So the living dead they wander, aimlessly about
Skeletons of people, all looking for an out
Sticks and stones can kill me
Words can kill me too

I'd rather be stoned
Than to hear your sentence through

Sunday, February 7, 2010


Love is a word often used
Leaving women emotionally abused

Love is rhythmic heartbeats
Love is when two souls touch
Love is spiritual
Love is honesty
Love is protection
Love, prevents us from neglection

Love is footprints in damp sand
Love is the union of ten fingers
Love is empowering
Love is lost
Love is found
Love, rarely comes around

Love is a word
Words are just letters
L-O-V-E written in love letters
2 vowels, 2 consonants


My generation
Pops pills to relive ills
Needs Avail to prevail
Ritalin so the kids will sit still

Tuesday, February 2, 2010


They say never miss the person only miss the moments
Photographs etch a reflection of a setting
Photos come to life like hung in Hogwart halls
But people never fail to disappoint

Back to the spot, standing in the place
That was so much larger without carrying the weight
Now empty and bare, stare, at what was once there
But find nothingness to fill the space

Cherish her presence
Rush between the ribcage
Sentiments meant


Monday, February 1, 2010


Days turn to nights 
Nights turn to lights
Fluorescent bulbs, blurr my eye sight 
High lights, glow on erect street signs 
High life, Marilyn Monroe excess
Not my life, mundane stresses

Escape via vice, murmurs in conversations
I received this advice, but we only live once, so
We must live right, or we must live life
Conflicting decisions
Abandon inhibitions
I'll walk under the Sirius
Surrounded by silent sirens
All between my temple
And if I'm writing from my soul
Then my words, a sacrifice
Privacy a forfeiture
Do I live half a life?

Cross my Heart

Cross my heart and hope to die
Love locked victim 13 knots …