you'll do okay

you might not

eat at that five-star place you've always wanted to,
see the world,
be in space,

but
at the very least

you'll see the rain from the warmth of a blanket,
feel the breeze when the weather is just right

see the smiles of loved ones,

then, maybe

the true color,

of life.

It is the greatest folly
to reduce a person
to a single trait

to write them off
as boring, or plain
these people do not understand

that simple, does not equal shallow

in each and everyone of us
is a story
most vivid,
most sublime,
unique and beautiful.

yet common themes always emerge
shared human experiences
binding us almost intrinsically

yet, always inches away

passing each other by
never knowing the others glory

giants,

never meeting nor noticing each other.

We are each,

the greatest story of their generation,

never to be read in full.

-llo.

goodbye,
it is for me
maybe not for you but

it's too late now
I've been sending
calling for you

for who knows how long
sending from across
this eternal black space

but now
I hoped
this distance seems beyond me

I wanted to share with you
my hopes, dreams,
my light

I wonder what will reach you?

he-

Each kiss
another piece lost

Each lingering glance
another piece lost

Each moment of anger, borne of concern
another piece lost

Each aching moment
another piece lost

Each moment
losing more and more, of myself

Never less

we all carry inside of us

our own personal abyss

where things

unspeakable, unimaginable,

-unbearable.

dwell

some go all their lives battling it

some live, never knowing its touch

but most terrifying is the one

who lives in it,

becomes it.

take care not to live life from within it

those who do

speak in tragedy

and act in atrocity

only ruin shall be their legacy.

A shout
a scream
Splatter

dripping

Worry
steps
splashes & spurts
stick

stuck

A frantic look
a door
shutting

A shout
a scream

Splatter.

the trouble with okay is...

when you say "are you okay"

I rarely have a good answer


yes.

or no.


as an artist this is very frustrating

all the feelings in the world

all the weight
and all the burden

brought to a

pinpricking, aching, agonizing

needlepoint.

straight to your heart

straight to your ******* soul.

and all you got to play with

all you got to express with

all you got to express this with

is

yes, or no.

The trouble with okay is

you think it's okay

okay isn't okay

it's just, okay

okay is.

mediocrity

ahhh

see how that rings?

hear how it rings?

how it sings?

mediocrity.

finally, something

an answer

a word

that isn't

yes, or no.

truth, and lies.



but the real trouble

the real trouble

with okay

is

when you ask me

if I am

well...

I'm not,

I rarely am.

the people worked
and worked and worked

to get to the top
but

the king said a word
and so the top

and the people on it
were no more

left to work again
and again and again

the statues
that adorned

the great cathedral

the statues
that brought beauty, balance, perfection

to the great cathedral

perfect representations, made with love.

Were cast aside

and left to disrepair,

and now lie rotting

in some forgotten, dusty corner

the great cathedral stood tall however
with nary a bat of the eye
or the pang of conscience.

shame.

I bleed
finally.

maybe now, peace?

or at least, silence.

Only my pictures ever understood.

will anyone ever care?

the path was well trodden
winding and wounding
through the hills and yonder

not easily made
with its share of problems and pain
scars and scabs

in the end one would see
the vineyard
and two

walking, talking
sitting, lounging
doing and accomplishing

absolutely nothing,
except what they wanted,
nothing.

and well earned
this boring was.

these Christmas songs

that have you cheering
have you singing
have you remembering

Christmases

that were never really there.