Once on a dark morning, at the dawning of Spring,
I sat at my window where no bird would sing
In my dark musty room that I'd come to call home,
in the dread and the stench where all hope was forgone.
On this stagnant spring morning I arose from my sill,
left my demons a'scorning to head for the hill,
to look for the sun, where it bloomed all about
in the grass, in the rocks, and in the wall's dusty grout.
I tore the golden blossoms from the ground where they grew,
and put them in a vase and filled it with dew.
I took them back home to my dungeon of stone,
prisoners I'd keep, sunshine of my own,
to rot on a table, and light up my space,
to share in my misery, bringing smiles to my face.
I gave them my love. I gave them affection,
for in their short life span, we shared a connection.
We were all flowers in a dusty rotten room
that once reached for the sky before accepting our doom.
Like branches of Daphne, more glorious than Apollo,
the daffodils shone in my sad, grotesque hollow.
And when they had withered, pathetic with hurt
I freed them from their prison and buried them in the dirt.
One year later, while the afternoon is still,
I drive by the daffodils growing on the hill.
How dare I admire them, growing lovely and free?
They are the essence of everything I'm too cowardly to be.
I'm sorry sunshine. I don't deserve you.
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 10:58 PM UTC
Out here in the wasteland
Our hidden world is small
Everybody knows disaster
But nobody cares at all
It's too much like paradise here
Or maybe we're just too high
But if you live where the burning sun
Kills the clouds in the sky
You know what they call us
You know what we are
Desert Rats,
we mingle with the homeless
Desert Rats
and party with the rich.
Desert Rats
We live for the moment,
Desert Rats
And we don't give a ****
We're a young town, rich with history
From PS to Coachella, and all stops in between
Like an acid trip in a fever dream
It's like nowhere else in the CV scene
It's too much like hell sometimes here
Or maybe we're just crashing
But if summer feels everlasting
And winter brings a wealth of disaster
You know about the Desert Rat life
You know what we are
Desert Rats,
we mingle with the homeless
Desert Rats
and party with the rich.
Desert Rats
We live for the moment,
Desert Rats
and we don't give a -- ****
Palm Springs
Rancho
Cat City
Indio
Sky Valley
LQ
Thousand Palms
Bermuda Dunes
Coachella
DHS
Palm Desert
...everywhere else
In the CV where the d-rats dwell,
It looks like heaven but it's hot as hell!
This is where we come from
This is where we belong
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 6:21 PM UTC
Tiny lover resting gently against me
Dancer on the painted winds
Singer of the magic songs of the Old World
Angel born with pixie wings
You're my northern star
When I'm lost in the dark
So I'm never lost for long
I wage war with my childish heart
and still you sing my song
I know you would drink poison
if it would save my life,
But I'd never let harm come to you
Even to save my life
Let us run and hide
In the last of the wilds
Take flight into the sky
And we'll live there for a while
in a Castle on the Clouds
Where we'll watch the stardust shine
Above the strife in Never, Neverland
Where I'm yours, and you are mine
You're my guiding light
When I'm lost in the night
So I'm never lost for long
Our battles are fierce and hearts have been pierced
and still you sing my song
You were made for so much more
Than this provincial life
But would you stay forever
With me here in the sky?
Let us run and hide
In the last of the wilds
Take flight into the sky
And we'll live there for a while
in a Castle on the Clouds
Where we'll watch the stardust shine
Above the strife in Never, Neverland
Where I'm yours, and you are mine
My rose shall never wither
As long as I love you
And if you still love this sinner
Then I'll always love you
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 6:18 PM UTC
In my hands
I hold a bottle
Of fire
That burns away
The weight in my chest
Piece by piece
Sip by sip
Hello bottle,
My weapon of choice
On this stormy day
You and I.
Unstoppable
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 2:14 PM UTC
The rain falls down
The desert breathes again
And I awake from my slumber
to realize
The ground beneath my feet is gone.
The air is lively
as I left it,
The goddess
lovely as ever
But my feet I cannot find.
Victorious I emerged
From my long summer battle.
The illness is gone.
I've returned to my skin.
But I've forgotten
How to live..
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 12:39 PM UTC
**No Justice, No Peace
If we can't get it from the Court
then we'll take it from the Streets
No Justice, No Peace
**** the Police
and what you believe!**
Whatever happened to Revolution
Being the American way?
When your voice remains unheard
For which you suffer every day,
Your life is constantly stepped on,
Your rights keep getting taken away,
And in spite of the lies they spin to protect your oppressors,
You still keep the rage at bay
Because you are not
Above the Law
and neither is anyone else.
So taking matters into your own hands
Isn't going to help.
You entrust the justice system
to do what it's supposed to
Even though you know it never has
and is probably never going to.
But if you haven't done anything wrong and the Law doesn't serve you,
and only seems to defend the people who've already hurt you,
then honestly I think it's insane and completely absurd to
not only expect the People not to react,
but to honor a curfew.
**** YOU**
Do you hear us yet?
**** YOU**
Oh, it's inappropriate?
You don't wanna talk about it?
You don't wanna think about it?
You don't wanna deal with it?
Well guess what?
Nobody ******* does, nobody ******* would, nobody ever ******* could.
But for the people who don't look like you -
Aryan Beauty Standards
Hair of Gold, Eyes of Blue
Fair-skinned, light-skinned
European skeleton,
It was never a choice they had.
Oppression doesn't pick you
Based on qualifications
Any more than Privilege does,
If you think this case
Is not about race
You better check your Privilege, cuz.
I love my home, America
But I hate what it's become
Land of the greedy, home of the afraid
Kingdom of the Loud and Dumb
Slut-shaming, victim-blaming, race-hating, race-baiting
Sensationalization of the worst crimes in the nation
Religious intolerance, homophobic misogyny, blatant racial discrimination
Can't get with it, can't hang
At least not in the lynch mob sense
I am blown the **** away
at the grievous absence of common sense.
So when they lit those flags on fire
in the center of the town
*I understand, and I can't blame them
the flag is truer up in flames now*
And if they so decide to burn
the city to the ground,
*I understand, and I can't blame them
I would wanna burn it down*
**No Justice, No Peace
If we can't get it from the Court
then we'll take it from the Streets
No Justice, No Peace
**** the Police
and **** your Beliefs!**
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 5:28 PM UTC
They hunted you down on that heavy cold night
They hunted you down on horseback like cowards.
They hunted you down. You were only a boy.
They hunted you down in the forest.
Red was the blood on your face in that nightmare,
Red as the waves in your beautiful hair,
Red was the fire, red was the moon.
Blood red was your shrieking that pierced through the air.
What savage world was this where we lived?
Our beautiful, primitive autumn land
When they bound all mercy and love to the water
Engulfed in the flames of the evil of man.
An inferno broke out from your tender red heart,
As they cruelly sliced open your body in whole
A terror that would forever linger in the trees
The fire of that night forever in your soul.
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 1:46 PM UTC
1. Find a Poet Not a poser, not a "it's just a hobby" poet. Find one who mumbles lines as they scramble for a pen at breakfast; who shakes their head randomly when their thoughts aren't rhyming properly; who has notebooks stashed around the house that you must never touch.
2. Listen Savor the spoken words, for those are harder to express. Keep in mind that they can't be edited and re-written, and be forgiving when a mistake is made.
3. Read The body speaks as loudly as words on a page do. When their eyes are closed or focused on the ceiling and the fingers are tapping out syllables, recognize the unique process. Respect the need for quiet, because if you look closely, you can read the poem on their face before they write it on the page.
4. Write Write your story together. Grab hold of the pen and hang on as you move across the page of life. Sometimes you will dance across, others you will be dragged. You may have to cross out a word, or a line, or a page, but don't give up. Discouragement is a poet's biggest enemy, inarticulateness their biggest fear. So end each day with a semi-colon, because the story will never end the way you think it will, and there must be room for more. There is always room for more, more words, more laughter, more tears, more love,
When you love a poet.
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 11:50 PM UTC
I remember now,
What happened in our Autumn.
They took you away...
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 10:31 PM UTC
Unique-featured sugar pixie
Her delicate porcelain soul
Craved a dangerous inferno
to warm her in the winter cold
When we used to become One.
Her frame, oh so divinely lithe!
Her name, soft & sweet, like a gentle creek
Embrace her with my eternal fire
Buried beneath me, our bodies did feast
When we used to become One.
The Chains of Flaming Hellfire
emerge from every void
And sink their hooks deep into you
until we're all destroyed
And one day -
Out of nowhere, fate
decreed the blaze too great
the fire shattered the little glass box
In which she had kept it contained
And it spread
from her hips to her heart to her head
a resurrected sense of dread
a pain she thought was dead.
The fire engulfed her whole
it cracked her porcelain soul
and burned the forest of her mind
right down to the soil
And the damage had been done.
But she still remembers once
upon a time, we became one
In the glory of the sun.
in the darkness of the night.
In the shadows of the daylight.
In the glow of the warm sunrise.
We became One.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 5:54 PM UTC