I want to break your traditionalism

I want to unleash the lion underneath

I want to unveil the darkest red

I want to feel the wrath of your lipstick

I want to feel your mold crumble

I want to feel your transformation

I want to reveal your ripped secrets

I want to throw away the blue towel

I want to move side by side with you

I want to roll the dice in the flames

I want to be ignited by your thoughts

I want to prance in your amazing mind

I want to make you let go of the fear

I scratched my identity

with a worn 1974 penny

I saw moisture dripping

from my divided reflection

Murky colors and shades

of discomfort twitch

Uncontrollable jitters

Apathy is a phobia suspended

over my troubled head

A hemorrhage spread out

from the corners to the end

Lack of intersections and interest

Bent and upended against

paralyzed and indifferent nerves

I saw the gash and blemishes

inside the blood clot

I abandoned the rustic door

and sit inside the character

No one wishes to see exist

Define the magnitude of one word

A parentheses around the verb

State the clarity in one sentence

Clarify the significance of the emotion

Stagger around the density

Between the solitude and frustration

Singularity sticks to loneliness

Revelations bound to ignorance

Disregarding the format of communication

Absolutely disheartening

Wasted chapter sealed shut


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Saxophone is singing on 9th street
To the rhythm of bus doors opening and closing
Shuffling of feet gliding on the concrete
Chewing gum sticking to the bottom of brand new shoes
Limousines pulling up to a twenty dollar whore
Staring up at the lemon sun above the empty playground
Children glued to their iPhones, laptops, and technical galore
Struggling to see the reality of obesity with every fast food chain on the corner
Taxes rise as our education system falls
Blaming presidents, corporate America, government officials,
And not looking at ourselves in the stain glass
Reflections of wealth, greed, and money grow as our morals decrease as generations pass us by
And the acoustic guitar plays the melody to the gamblers, sinners, and welfare checks to those who abuse the system
Perception is only seen through the eyes of a republican or a democrat
There is no jester in the middle
And the saxophone continues to play on the 9th street
As we become more in tuned with ourselves others really don’t matter
Racism still continues as wars between religions rise around us
And the harmonica plays for Jesus
Remembering why we are here
We should be embracing all of the joys of life
Instead we try to hide our tears

I walk around with sanity

wrapped around my cold neck

I chatted with the in acid reflux

stuck in my throat

I slept with the hurricanes

surrounding the monster within

I fell into the ocean that

consumes the wreckage outside

I stood in front of the villains

that stole love from the monsoon

I left the darkest tunnel

to seek empathy in the light

I haunted grief like the night wept

under the hooked stars

I woke up from the phantasm

and threw away the silence to breathe

Thoughts of you bend ninety degrees

Fallen words seem to swirl

We are candy among strangers

Sweetness drips from the corners

Deep scars displayed widely

Thoughts of you doesn’t see an exit

Ignoring temptations and attraction

Feeling small and idiotic

Gripping onto selfishness

Desiring someone unattainable

Twitching Gills

All along the ocean

Long thick strings

holding fake plastic

items to hook the

corners of the mouth

Faithfully swimming

in schools around

the invisible lines

baiting the jaws of a

tormented shark

creeping underneath

the rustic boat

slowly ramming the boat

viciously to startle

the fishermen

In fright the boat rushes

back to the Florida land

Not realizing all the creatures

under the divine waters

work in unison

Exacerbated teeth

Displeased tone

Fiercely antagonized

Resentful up to the neck

Offensive esophagus

Twitching irrationally

Ill tempered and fuming

Provoked by repetition

Inflamed and irritated

Constantly harping

Strapped in defense

Whiplashing an offense

Sore and wrathful

Frozen solid to the center

A fistful of anger

Disrespectful and disregarded

Mouthful of harsh words

A storming outburst

Hanging acid from the corners

Bitter and twice bitten

Open up the wounds

One brutal tongue lashing

Between the blackouts and the vertigo
slurred discussions evaporate in the smog
Excuses and cursed words creep in
Empty words reside at the bottom

Even the bloodshot moon cries

Between the collision and the stars
sound of gin on the rocks washes away
sarcasm and coughed up memories
Acceptance of losses linger in the cold

Even the bloodshot moon cries

Between the anger and the doubt
brick walls rise inside my head
Drowning in the misery and sadness
Reveling in the toxic moment

Even the bloodshot moon cries

Between the strangers and ignorance
conversations vibrate and tremble
Loneliness staggers among the silence
Bottled up screams whisper

Even the bloodshot moon cries

I’ve fallen between the snarl and the calm whispers

I’ve fallen between the thin cracks and the hollow cries

I’ve fallen between insignificance and crumbs of emptiness

I’ve fallen between the corners and crevices of brokenness

I’ve fallen between the remains and disguised pieces

I’ve fallen between the torn walls and dreary coatings

I’ve fallen between apathy and a misfit playing in the black

I’ve fallen between misery and torture dancing in my blank eyes

Dressed in idiosyncratic views
criticism worn like a cheap skirt
Torn off by a rampage of civilians
Carelessness and malevolence brewing
Shrewd details dangle off her mouth

Romanticism is a lost melody played
by a homeless saxophone on 9th street
Headlights flash around 10:15pm
Signifying the death between the
vaccinated truth and tattooed lies

Borrowed verses stand like statues
Preachers waddling in the departed sea
Indoctrinated by diseased like paragraphs
written by voiceless and withered toys
Staring at blurry scriptures

Pieces of risk spread out like a puzzle
Surrounded by chain smoking scholars
ripping apart Socrates and Aristotle
Sipping on ancient horrifying scotch
Paralyzed by the paradoxes and allegories

Senseless rhymes and boiling arguments
Straddle over agendas and strategies
Wrapped up by a two dollar bow tie
Throw me into a river with a steel box
Sink the disguises and ski masks

Worn out stories told by vigilantes
Dancing with pirates and bone skulls
Tampering with justice and judges
Playing the fiddle in the middle
Silently inheriting a selfish generation

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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Tapping my left foot

to the trembling acoustic sessions

Pouring out my sliced up heart

to a blind mannequin from Florida

Ignoring the gauze wrapped tight

around my twitching fingers

Manipulating the longwinded view

of the moment she packed her

things in a thousand dollar suitcase

to leave me empty bottles and

stains on the lavender sheets

Bartender, bartender pour me a shot

please fill up my glass of half empty truths

Tell me the melody won’t stop playing

in my spinning and rambling head

Paint me a picture of a crystal clear moon

Preach to the fire hydrants

the rain will put out the crying flames

Send me photographs of the future

with a bouquet of blossoming dreams

Write me a love letter without the

scent of scotch on the envelope

Tell me the six strings will reverberate

in my sea of liquid sorrow


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You are a hidden mask

You are a contradiction with high regard

You are a picture without a frame

You are a weed in the garden

You are a chameleon in camouflage

You are a longwinded book without a cover

You are a fat lip with a lisp

You are a spider in the basements’ web

You are a leach in the morning

You are a branch that broke off the tree

In your arms

I felt the shine of the sun

In your arms

I felt the overjoyed love

In your arms

I felt the emptiness fade

In your arms

I felt the perfect embrace

In your arms

I felt the daydreams weep love

In your arms

I felt our worlds be complete

In your arms

I felt us melt as one

In your arms

I felt your precious tears

In your arms

I felt our life begin

Inexplicably enhanced

and distinguished

Incredibly distinctive

and profound

Kindness is italicized

A rare breed

One of a kind

Embracing humanity

Displaying compassion

Simple greetings

A lost instinctive art

Masses becoming selfish

“One nation under God”

is just a line in an oath

Kindness should be italicized