He said:
I am light
- All Darkness and Weight
I am strength
- All Shriveled and Broken
I am death
- All Vibrant and Goosebumped
He called us atomic monkeys in need of a psychological revolution.
He told us to hold our brothers and sisters tight while we pushed the knife deeper yet.
He said:
I am you
You are me
We are the destroyers of worlds.
Aug 20, 2017
Aug 20, 2017 at 8:50 PM UTC
I'll just be a thing one day
All past tense
And half memories
A breath
In a sea of exhales
You'll remember me again though
When you're old and alone and quiet and open one day
Probably just my lips or a smile or
how our skin felt when pressed
But just a breeze
A half memory
Something you once knew
All possibility
No regret
Just a breath.
Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 2:18 AM UTC
Woke up this morning and read the news,
told me a scientist in some far off place just discovered the 5th force of nature
And I thought of you
I thought of you
And how we discovered the 5th force of nature in that hotel room in Nashville not so long ago
And
How
It's been pulling and pushing us around the universe ever since.
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 6:52 PM UTC
I am a circumstance
— noun
1. a condition, detail, part, or attribute, with respect to time, place, manner,agent, etc., that accompanies, determines, or modifies a fact or event; a modifying or influencing factor
I am a lever
—noun
1. Mechanics. a rigid bar that pivots about one point and that is used to move an object at a second point by a force applied at a third.
I am water
-noun
1. a transparent, odorless, tasteless liquid, a compound of hydrogen and oxygen, H 2 O, freezing at 32°F or 0°C and boiling at 212°F or 100°C, that in a more or less impure state constitutes rain, oceans, lakes, rivers, etc.: it contains 11.188 percent hydrogen and 88.812 percent oxygen, by weight.
I am you
— pronoun, possessive your or yours, objective you, plural you.
1. the pronoun of the second person singular or plural, used of the person or persons being addressed, in the nominative or objective case
I am all of these things and nothing at all.
I am.
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 11:37 PM UTC
How does one write about impossibility?
Suppose that’s why we created poetry.
Too primal is a roar
So we search for metaphor
**** the words and explanations that came before
**** ‘em
This is atomic
Breath
Leaves in the breeze
This is truth
**** a b a b b / a b b a / a a b b a
This is creation
This is the last moment
The only
Grab it and kiss it and set it free
Because this love means everything.
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 3:01 AM UTC
**** you.
No really, **** you.
**** your violence.
**** your racism.
**** your climate change denial.
**** your corruption.
**** your too big to fail.
**** your marketing.
**** your advertising.
**** you for forgetting knowledge and wisdom are different things.
**** your insistence on presenting a black and white world.
**** your borders.
**** your wars.
**** your crumbling infrastructure.
**** your education system.
**** your health care.
**** your inequality.
**** you for devaluing the tangible.
**** you for forgetting art and music and poetry matter.
**** you for confusing value and profit.
**** you for leaving so many behind.
**** you for poisoning our planet.
**** you for allowing oil to spill into our oceans over and over and over again.
Seriously, **** you.
Get your ******* **** together.
****
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 7:21 PM UTC
Embrace the unknown;
the far-off,
the foreign.
Embrace the strangeness of it all.
Embrace the absurd;
the illogical,
the preposterous.
Embrace the silliness of it all.
Embrace the pain;
the discomfort
the strain.
Embrace the burn of it all.
Embrace the immensity.
Embrace peace.
Embrace nature,
yours
and
mine.
Will you?
Will you please?
Now go.
Go and give and take as much love as you can.
Go live.
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 10:58 PM UTC
****
*****
********
Just a bunch of *****
Why is everyone so ******* foolish?
Am I the only one?
Am I alone?
I dislike the disposition of most of you.
Is it a mirror to my face?
My soul?
lost.
stuck.
****
Open till the day I die.
I'll take your half-assed emotional responses and...
and...
And I'll raise it pure ******* truth.
Even If it makes me the fool...
Open forever... and I'll open some more...
Open. Open. Open.
****
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 11:54 PM UTC
You were laying naked next me.
On your stomach.
Strands of fire falling in front of your eyes.
You were looking at me with eyes full of impossiblebeautiful things.
Your look told me that you are mine, that you trust me.
The energy flowing between our bodies made me feel like we could love each other free if we wanted to.
And not free like it costs nothing because it certainly will, but free like a mountain breeze.
I traced a path with my fingers from the back of your legs, over your perfect *** and along the ridges of ribs.
I kissed you from your ankles to the top of your head, slowly pressing my flesh into yours.
I grabbed your wrists and pulled them close to you, pushed them under your chest.
I bit your ear softly and whispered your name.
I felt you tremble.
I told your shoulder a secret that you could feel in your bones.
I slid into you slowly as you moaned my name and raised your hips.
You twisted your wrist and locked fingers.
We were covered in moonlight and tangled in each other and we made love until it was impossible to tell where I ended and you began.
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 8:33 PM UTC
Sun crashing through the windows and spilling all over the breakfast table.
Squinted eyes looking out at the everything. Focused out there: Trees. Grass. Light. Dirt. Adventure.
Fruity pebbles drenched in whiteyellow light.
The creaky screen door and the blue steps.
Chipped paint. Splintered wood.
The smell of fresh cut grass.
The smell of dirt caked to our bodies.
The smell of heat and sweat and summer.
A Baseball glove lying half hidden in the grass.
A bike parked under the biggest evergreen tree in the world.
A skateboard under your moms beat up rusty car.
Hands digging through dirt searching for some ancient secret.
Super secret plans drawn on paper towels.
****** kneecaps and wooden playgrounds.
The sound of tires on gravel.
The sound of your laugh.
The sound of your sister crying.
The sound of bodies slapping against the water.
The creek.
Deeper, longer and more profound than any other creek on the planet.
The woods.
The endless woods and all the beautiful and terrifying things they offered us every day.
The forever extending ripple my bobber sent through the ***** water of that small pond.
My back against the blades of green.
The dipping sun.
The puffs of white in the sky and branches dancing.
Unlimited.
All encompassing.
Magic.
Pure.
Beautiful innocent ignorance.
Freedom.
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 6:03 PM UTC