What if all matter was an illusion perpetrated by the soul in an endeavor to help you grow. All this like a game of musical chairs.

Finding your purpose in every tragedy.

My aunt has been holding on for ten years through amazing amounts of tragedy and physical trauma. Her spirituality has been a challenge for her and she fears death more than anyone I know. I wrote this for her because I believe that even shadows can aspire to be in the light.

Where would the world be without us...

On the hows whens and whys of life.

How numb can you get?

Yummy.

Is it what it is.

If you are sick of the self help books...here ya go.

What happens when two people live together and cant stand each other...truly ends in toothpaste wars.

Dripping, laced with marbling sequences of diabolical symphonies of lies and teachery. Vanished, like the truth and the stark variations of white to black that dawned our old TVs Sandstone cracking under my feet as the waves crash upon them in their dir

Endeavoring to blatantly...Speak without words

The fun part is that I didn't actually write this about anyone at all. It was inspired by the song called I HATE from Overkill along time ago. I havent heard it so long I dont even remember it & I dont know what made me think of it in fact.

My Uncle, the best representation of everything Republican I have. This is a true story about what he did to my grandmother and my family.

Welcome to the machine.

head phones on…

Whatever happened to Robin Hood?

What if the Declaration of Independence had been....different.

What fixes the broken?

He paused and asked me what I planned today.

How love can repaint your reality.

Inspired by "See the Sun" by Dido.

...for my son.

…and he has finally won.

...in its fear absorbing all the light, refusing to shine it back…refusing…starving itself...

And all of those who feed on others.

It's strange that no matter how much we try to change our lives we always fall back into the same cycles.

In the rarest event that I ever published my work this is how I wanted the book and intro to look.

The soulmate.

Enjoy reading into this what you will.

Love today is not what it was...its so easy to walk away these days and replace each other and so many forms to do it with.

“Everything to peace and pieces”…For those of you who didn't know Stet is a Latin word meaning "let it stand" used by proofreaders to instruct the writer to disregard a change the editor had previously marked.

Definitely not my best work but the end was half way interesting. I tried revising it several times and I think that actually made it worse. My best stuff seems to come when I am just typing and not thinking much.

This was a strange mix of songs playing in my head simultaneously one day. It was a very strange experience. See if you can guess which is which.

Walk the halls with me.

It amazes me that when you truly feel loved the entire world looks different. This is fairly short.

Where she lies dying, in the grave of her yesterday, in the wake of her miseries and shame.

For some strange reason I have always really liked this one. This is about how crazy I felt while watching all the news footage of Katrina.

This is a wake up call for a lot of folks.

Speak to me no more.

How Odd Indeed.

All these little reminders of how to exist in a world I wish to be

Amid the storm, the silky dreary drizzle that slowly falls to the pavement, soundless and serene.

Is way too often overlooked.

She hung herself in her silence and swung by the rope of her own blank stare.

to you empty

Enough is enough.

Caught by the path of light that it reflects, yet so fleeing from it all the time never daring to turn around to realize it was there with you the whole way.

Grossly misled and once more to this contraption. I again place my heart in its ruthless contraction.

For all it takes to destroy the tree is to plant a poisoned seed. The true meaning to this one could be missed unless you are paying close attention.

In Honor of our Troops and every last forgotten Vet.

Tempered like a sword, your soul; Cooled and heated up again;Left to burn upon the forge

I think everyone has experienced this at least once.

Fallen as a god, the wine glass shattered. I believe that all things are connected and all of those things connected are god, anything else is separation.

Perhaps when all the worlds finish unwinding into their infinite peace…vacillating This is one of my favorites

...and then...rolling away again

Yes this is meant to read the way it does. It was a stream of consciousness writing and was intended to feel almost like a rush or a sense of urgency.

What is this nonsense that you do? Come with me, come with me now. See as I see you.

You would know me as the worm knows the dirt which burrows in to live.

Do not touch my hand and tell me of its withering. Nor may you brand me with your mark of suffering.

This is what is known as "giving up on love".

Beheld by those with kind words and eloquence.

I don't know.

Too late to turn back now, he points, for the roads all merge to one.

Everywhere I go I see ravens and crows. I started to wonder if it was someone I knew.

Hidden from yourself, becoming back to you, that which was always you.

Tell me what I owe and how much to repent so I may take church dues from my taxes and serve the US Lord and God as one. Blind Anger At Blind Followers

If you consider yourself a patriot, as I do, I do hope you will read this. We must first change from within.

Choking on the peanuts of a dinner I didn’t make.

A true story recount of prior relationships combined with the old cigarette joke of "have another nail for your coffin".

Blind forever by the insanity of one throne.

What if…madness is the destiny of all mankind?

Play On Words. I’m lying here awake again it seems counting off the clock and in betweens

...the waters rise and fall, the fish may fall to death, and yet in the depths life still exists…and somewhere it always shall.

An eerie concoction of my left wing political view point mixed with my favorite song from a right wing musician who plays Devil Went Down to Georgia.

Failed to see what we saw when we were so busy ignoring.

Jolted to a deliberate point of veracity, sequenced by such shrewdly coursed events like a crossword.

Love has a way of evening the score; it has no time associated except wherein the heart has pause.

For in time there is nothing but the time as we shall see pass, not as it shall pass, nor as it shall see us.

My friends you practice ignorance and preach your innocence.

What a beautiful and sad day

Ill inside from the cracking corners seep.

In case any of you play it this was inspired by WoW - video game. Reflects a cleric & warrior relationship.

I realize all that will be left of them shall be their spec of light that is god’s memory and mine.

Filling in the gaps of silence with petty gab and empty conversation.

Some times I cannot stand, cannot fear, cannot see truth.

A mimicking of all that’s real.

But in the end it was all a hoax.

So the cycles restore to their point of origination and the karmic shroud of ‘once again’ slips away.

Practicing my happiness out of spite because I can

Very well you have deceived me then with your kind words

The answer is at the end.

No where for me to run.

Ah yes relationships gone wrong is my specialty.

I cry within the hollow hole that is my soul and does embrace.

To all the men who run free and the women who learn they can't run beside them.

Enter the body of the lonely as it tears itself in two.

...this goes for you too!

Fear is a funny thing...it can make entire countries go to war on a suspicion. ;

They say that a quarter of one percent of America has most of the wealth of our country. The rest are struggling and starving and right about now our middle class has been almost all but wiped out and is living in denial to think otherwise.

Just a bad day.

To love is to trust.

Until time shall be no more and all things are restored.

This is dedicated to those who fight depression. Don't give up.

This was very much a political statement about how blindly we accept what we are told until its too late.

That an angel would burn its wings to bring me home." The objective is for the human to learn to love as god loves in order to return them both to light.

Mortal you come to me in perfect beauty and so in harmony you shall be restored.

Disdero is an Italian name which has a Latin base meaning “desire”. He is hastily walking in a rainstorm, running from a nightmarish scene which has just occurred. This is part 2 and intended to feel faster to mirror Disdero's chaotic nature.

This is a love tragedy. Angelique falls to sorrow believing her love does not care for her. The chaos of Disdero Part 2 is his consistency, but his erratic nature confuses Angelique into madness.

It occurred to me one day that NULL in itself is a value of no values. It can be reported on, searched on and essentially that which is without is still never truly without.

Its hard to try again.

We create our own world. Sit child and pray with me and let the light in if you believe

They say a child’s photograph can tell you how happy they will be…when they are no longer a child. A “peaceable delay” is a peaceful break from the calamities of life.

This is dedicated to those few people out there in the media still trying to cover real news today and a lashing to those who have sold out. Thank you Air America.

I honestly couldn't begin to explain this one. But then again...that's kind of the idea.

As petrifying as the dark eyes of a doll.

When drugs are being commercialized I think its time to wonder why...don't you?

A very different look at learning.

My country has changed. This is no longer the country my fore fathers envisioned. It has been usurped by groups with no names. This country is undergoing a death and hopefully it will bring forward new life eventually, with a new way of thinking. For

Variations of your path.

Oddly this number shows up for me everywhere I go so basically this is a poem about the number. There is one variation of this poem also I have uploaded.

I believe that we as men tend not to find god in ourselves but find ourselves in god.

This was meant as a play on writing and a play in the way it is written.