Icicles of vulnerability

dangle over my crucified nerves

Leisurely indulging

a mass consumption of integrity

Thickening the backbone

Watching frustrations corrode

Tortuously eyeballing the poison

seep in my blush vertebrae

Struggling between the roar of

disarray and the calm light

Hacking up chunks of sincerity

Clearing my throat to voice

the sound of everlasting waves

from my vibrant spine

Drops of sorrow fall to my feet

Faith never misled my center

Hypnotized by the sound of ice
Clinking in the sound of a glass
Smoggy and dreary atmosphere
Bottles full of hollowness
Mixed exchanges and signals
Pleasantries found in a blur
Spinning comments climbing up
Overdosed by her lustful winks
Lost between delusions and rainbows
First impressions engraved
A fragrance of whiskey circles
Crack of the cue ball dances
Spreading the triangle to all the corners
Quarters placed on the table
Perfume and alcohol mesh
A stench causing grins and sneers
Digits written in pink lipstick of the bathroom stall
A bartenders chuckle reverberates
Jukebox music playing at a ridiculous decibel
Communication at a bare minimal
Skirts and cleavage lecture over a free drink
Epilogues stumbling in and out
Clumsiness and truth cross paths
Ex lovers stuck close in a soap box
Identities hidden promenading in
Monologues spoken wobbling out
A haven of melancholic thoughts
Stationed between 2nd street and the laundry mat
Match made in intoxicating nirvana

A mouth ajar

Sentimental winks

Rhythmic nod

Affection fluctuating

Tensions vibrating

Rising temperatures

Thoughts circling

Craving touch

Embracing pleasures

Lost in a trance

Clenched hands

Trembling fingers

Love and lust entangled

Chances taken

Fear of the unknown

Risking a silent heart beat

Mended old wounds

Slowly opening up

Slightly guarded

Light bulbs go on

The word living is alive


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Dipping fingers in the cardinal sin

Centipedes gnawing on thin bones

Speaking with a ferocious tongue

A political speech for the hungry

Civilians bodies are spread out

Fistfuls of pennies are raised

No questions from the peasants

Walking up Scarlet Hill without armor

Surrounded by faith and emptiness

Glory and revenge are gripped

A rising battle among the defeated

Mothers pride fades away

Destroying a lost crusade

Hailing to the sovereign minister

Prayers becoming a fixture

A shrewd dictator of millions

Disregarding what humans want


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I can only give you what you want if you speak your mind

I can only give you what you need if you speak up

I can only love all of you if you share all of yourself

I can only give you what you want if you

open up

I can only give you what you need If you reveal your true self

I can only love all of you if you release the beauty inside

I can only give you what you want if you show me who you are

I can only give you want you need if you throw away your fears

I can only love all of you if you let me see the real you

Exclaimed Hallelujah

Absorbing bullets and ricochets

Snap judgements built

An escape to silence

Tripping in debates

Haunting verbiage circling

like a disco ball in my mind

Waiting to exhale

Cynical metaphors drift

Waiting for your backlash

A born tragedy oscillating

Live wires misguided

Cold shoulder ramblings

Slapstick humor shuffling

like feet on cracked sidewalk

Stuck in the crevice

Misfiring hollow words

Disfigured and demeaning

Wrapped around false claims

A clash of the intellect

Distorted and torn apart

Leaving bits of the wolves

Words ripped at the seams

Another tasteless joke

A direct obscene remark

Small heads turn ninety degrees

Within angst irritations grumble

A fence of hindrance stands eight feet tall

Standing among the less than zero

Ill-humor swaying and flaring

Washing in hot rejection

Fast forward and reverse

Rinsing in cold aggravation

Dissecting obtuse angles

Drying in shackles of setbacks


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In silence the moans crawled like graffiti from the wall

In wailing thunder the anger was deafening

In the grumble she arched her red tip wings

In the rolling her halo disappeared in the rapture

She snarled at the first of December

She fell into the roar of the winter shackle

In the yell she crudely despised the minutia

She whispered to the autumn kiss

She bellyached over torn dialogue

In the complaining she swallowed the past

She criticized the truth as it gulped her like alcohol

Laying here losing two pounds
Laying here gnawing at the window sill
Laying here in the obscenities
Laying here another endless second

Laying here in the reruns of my brainstorm
Laying here for an eternity
Laying here in the declination
Laying here in the wicked demise

Laying here in fury and sadness
Laying here in the pitch black
Laying here without a clock
Laying here in the cracks of fear

Laying here tangled up in the screams
Laying here in the sea of loneliness
Laying here in the catatonic memories
Laying here in the callous stratosphere

Laying here in the quivering static
Laying here next to the ruble
Laying here next to the embedded stain
Laying here beside the exhaustion

Laying here within the vacancy
Laying here in the nothingness
Laying here in the calm dusk
Laying here in the obscurity

Laying here beside the thin walls
Laying under the dim lights
Laying here in the snow globe
Laying here in the carnage

Closing my eyes on the barbwire

I saw the mental blankness

blink from your insomniac eyes

Tragedies spoon fed like an infant

Curse words falling from the corner

Desperate for minutes of affection

I saw the twinkling nirvana

cry like the tin man’s angel

Misfortunes covering your web

Anger spiked with disaster

Hazardous sand under your feet

I saw you gripping oblivion

with your fists of delusion

Useless and trivial conversations

Spreading like high school rumors

submerged into carelessness

I’ve stared at my casket

I’ve stared at what you don’t want

I’ve stared at my doubts

I’ve stared at what you ignored

I’ve stared at my beliefs

I’ve stared at what you throw away

I’ve stared at my reflection

I’ve stared at what you don’t do

I’ve stared at my fears

I’ve stared at what you don’t want

I’ve stared at my existence

I’ve stared at the thought of not being here

In a faded brick dungeon

Goodbye written in cursive

on the comatose barricade

Silently incarcerated for

not forgiving myself

Staring at the inner shadows

Paralyzed by the fears

Hibernating from the

distant accusations

Collapsing to the ground

from the violent prosecution

Lies refusing to evaporate

Evidence held hostage

Deserving to be in contempt

Verdict closing in on

my prisoned and deranged soul

Swallowing the key

Emotionally deficient

Unavailable hands

She leaves me cold

One teardrop

Blank stares piercing

Nonexistent affection

She leaves me confused

Two teardrops

Ignoring casualties

Split and deceased

She leaves me in distress

Three teardrops

Dissolved current

Withdrawn shadow

She leaves me without a trace

Four teardrops

Absent and eliminated

Misplaced words

She leaves without a sound

Inside forever it rains


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She is gasping for unwanted air

She is gasping for light in the tunnel

And she chokes on anguish

She is gasping for truth in the desert

She is gasping for an identity

And she chokes on agony

She is gasping for a lost puzzle piece

She is gasping for a magnificent wind

And she chokes on torture

She is gasping for a masterpiece

She is gasping for clarity in the journey

And she chokes on misery

She is gasping for a sparkle in the night

She is gasping for a blistering miracle

And she chokes on fear inside

All you do is spin in a circumference

All you do is dwell in a circus

And it all feels the same

All you do is throw away the compass

All you do is dance in this sphere

And it all feels the same

All you do is stumble in the fuzz

All you do is rewind and push play

And it all feels the same

All you do is gravitate to a cycle

All you do is remain who you are

And it all feels the same

I use to languish in the polygon of my weeping mind

I thirst for the fragments of my anguish to mold my center

I use to sulk inside myself and drink the wine of selfishness

I sunk my teeth into the dejection

I use to dwell in the camouflage and sink in my words

I swam in the black river under the oppression

I use to neglect faith and drown in the empty tear ducts

I fell into the depths of silence

I use to grieve in the awaken sadness and never sleep

I felt the last breath deceive me

I use to shed my dead skin in the morning to erase the gloomy nights

I carried a chain of misery

I use to gasp at the hollowness and gazed at the autograph

I refused to stare at the nemesis

I saw the signature and found it revolting

A transformation within shouted

Thoughts on the rocks

Sipping on contemplations

Dressed up in hesitations

Mulling silence over

with a cup of gumption

Gazing at her with delight

from a foggy distance

A place of weeping castles

Everlasting dances under

shimmering stars

Wishing to remove the frozen

fears and settling coma

Seeking love and affection

Perhaps in a home of pieces