Skating on a thin transgression

Meandering on a wide back road

Falling through a tangled excursion

Uneven and disarranged chaos

Deflecting the indifference

Lightheaded from my shortcomings

Crawling in my untouched exploitations

Juggling white shadows and black light

Washing away the birthmark

Recognizing the drawbacks and faults

Tainted in your burnt eyes

Bleeding drops of anger in my own

On the left of me charades drift

Grandiosity shrinks in a bubble

On the right of me a cliffhanger wobbles

Sick brain twisters entwine

Like a stickler stuck in honey

Mysteries fumbling in the peak hours of the night

Reciting the sixty four thousand dollar question

Disguised by a painted enigma

Lost in a foolish pseudonym

Wearing a gray pompous suit

Insincerity rippling in my veins

A glass image shimmering in your web

Sleeping next to a facade

Making out with tossed to the curb excuses

Complexity and complication is a mixed drink

Tangled up in a maze

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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Gazing at the naked canvas words flutter like butterflies above the chill meadow. Shoulders becoming weightless as I speak to my inner world. I saw a dying circus. I witnessed crimes of lust in my pointless dreams. I sat in the fields under a treacherous sky. I stared into the innocent clown with a tear jerking frown. My feet are feeling like boulders. I was starving for salvation. I snarled at the venom in the second paragraph. I fell to the roses that read my poetry. I embraced the words of Mary Oliver. I heard the chimes of Hemingway. I thanked Frost for the road not taken. I felt the elegance of the chandelier. I saw my fears disappear in the clouds. I saw love at first sight. I worshiped the fragrance of authors. I no longer feel the stirs of blocked words. I saw the sinister leaves blow away. I felt the breeze of completeness consume me.


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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

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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Stumbling into a fuzzy

and sanitized brainstorm

Watching the fury

leave stains where the mime

inside placed his hands

on the four by four box

Chatter dissolves

Blood clots stricken

Nonstop convulsions

A falling stigma is spread

like dust on the tricks

of my broken down mind

Fears wallow

Doubt hangs like tree branches

in a distraught hurricane

Analytics in bold

Emotions shredded

Wiping away the dirt from

my cynical and distant eyes

Leaving the mime inside

cry like a new born baby

Constantly misunderstood

A misguided circus fumbling

through the fog

A part of me is the feather

of a soaring bird

Never falling to the ground

without direction

Grasping the words of the prayer

Sent to God from a letter

Please save the mime


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Foolish and dumb I crumble

Stuck in a wrecking atmosphere

Drifting out of consciousness

Wishes fall beneath my feet

I can’t move

A jolt of discomfort shatters within

Starring at discolored fragments

Crying romance bellows forgiveness

Dropping rights and wrongs

I can’t move

Dying to be understood in tired eyes

All I absorb are tears and rain

wearing a chain of animosity

through a howling river

I can’t move anymore


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Disappointed by your black and white view

Disappointed by the colorless verbiage

And you continue to speak

Disappointed by your cliches and metaphors

Disappointed by the reruns played in your head

And you continue to speak

Disappointed by your anxious stance

Disappointed by the ignorance displayed

And you continue to speak

Disappointed by your choices of phrases

Disappointed by the all about me attitude

And you continue to speak

Leave me a pile of scrutiny

Leave me a bag of aggravation

And I will toss it in the dying closet

Leave me a tiny bit of solitude

Leave me an ounce of spoiled milk

And I will throw it in the empty pantry

Leave me a gallon of spiked juice

Leave me a shred of laughter

And I will painfully swallow the bits

Leave me a bottle of shadows

Leave me a jug of sarcasm

And I will watch myself drown

Leave me a tank of affliction

Leave me a plate of dirty lies

And I will break another mirror

Leave me a pair of worn out glasses

Leave me a little bit of rust

And I will never see my heart ache

I’m sorry for the restless carnage

I’m sorry for the bridge of hurt

I’m sorry for the never ending wounds

I’m sorry for the blazing bullets

I’m sorry for the vicious disguise

I’m sorry for rendezvous shadow

I’m sorry for the bloodletting

I’m sorry for the eclipse in your eye

I’m sorry for the circling thunder

I’m sorry for my cursed identity

I’m sorry for my numb existence

You threw

the glitter and tinsel at my mouth

You threw

compliments I knew would fade

You threw

words without a sound

You threw

a playbook I already read

You threw

colors of paint I already touched

You threw

lights around my sensitive neck

You threw

a chard of glass at my eyes

You threw

glitter and tinsel that I knew would

eventually fall to the ground

I sat in a puddle of insignificance

I stand in sand of irrelevance

I am undistinguished to you

I posed in a senseless portrait

I fell in a pointless discussion

I am minor in your grand vision

I sink in a vapor of nothing

I find myself alone in conversations

I am a cloud of dust in your clarity

Stride in the typhoon and seek the cornerstones

Rip the vocal chords from your non confrontational being

Walking through the motions never bridges the gap

Step in the watercolored storm and find

the essence

Stare at the wheels of my mind and dissect the glue

Patience is a feather sitting on a scale

Discussions become clinical

Conversations whirl in the palms

Obsolete pieces of the puzzle become weight on the shoulder

Walk on the path and speak from the inside

Not to appease or satisfy others

For once take a step forward to close the gap of fear

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

I’m disappointed in myself as usual

I’m disappointed to reach for something I can not feel

I’m disappointed with my voice of truth

I’m disappointed in my ignorant silence

I’m disappointed with my points of view

I’m disappointed with my deceptive mind

I’m disappointed in the fool I can’t see

I’m disappointed that I couldn’t feel the needles puncture my skin

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