Make everything around you like Jazz.
Some variation of jazz;
Cowboy Bebop, 3rd Strike,
Folk Music, Dress in Yellow,
Moon Knight or Doom [PhD]?,
Zero, Coffee or Water,
Late night chinese food for dinner.

Sleep on floral patterns.
Flannel.
Hang Christmas lights inside.
White T-shirts.
Hello Kitty.

Feminism + Nihilism,
Ethnicity? Are you half black,
or
half white
?

Make everything around you Jazz,
or some variation, write music,
write a poem, try to move on.
Stay autonomous.
Keep teaching yourself.

I don't know, I guess.
I was trying too hard to be brilliant,
however, **** it I'm a genius,
and brighter than a million suns,
and they might never look at me,
but at least I'd know why.

Stay autonomous. Teach yourself.
Make everything some variation of jazz.

It seemed like a good idea.

silence so loud
but not awkward at all.
it's kind of enjoyable to sit there
next to your grave
just like i was once sitting next to you
in your hospital room.

at least i know you're at peace.

'MISS DICKINSON, I PRESUME...?"

After I had been
introduced to her

I sit and stare
into the night

the night gazes back

tears fall upon
her words

magnifying the grief
I own

"I've none to tell me to
but thee...."

Back in the home and I'm soaked through the skin to the bone, my teeth such as they are are by far the liveliest thing about me, chattering away as if this isn't a krap day.

She is there to take my chill and her will is stronger than mine.

Once upon a very late time ago when the snow lay thick and flick knives were the currency and I never imagined in my wildest and I have very wild dreams that she would be the one to tame me.
we never got to the end, the story full of twists and turns has many filters that run through it,
she knew it and I know it now.

And if the clock strikes at all when I'm banging my head against a solid brick wall it never strikes me,
she sees to that.

Hidden gestures are like a dagger,
concealed beneath the cloak during a dueling feud,
the end result might not be apparent,
however, the revelation of its polished steel,
makes it emphatic.

Though California's fall has yet to arrive, my chest has yet to thaw.

Contemplating self immolation at a movie theater , somewhere in America , how many shots will take out the maximum amount of targets , children unknowingly face their mortality at a popular location . Placed a call with God , on a cellular phone , need clarification on what constitutes abomination before his high court ? He's busy with affairs of his own , so here's a message for you all with my gun ...Totality minus reason ! Woke up at three a.m. . Deaths invoice begs , at what price liberty ? Malevolent ,  homegrown terror , ostensibly the lesser of two evils , killing future Nobel Laureates or a promising young Doctor that solved the cure for cancer , sadly at peace , face down ..Ringing .. Message from Mom , distressed , on a cellular phone , are you busy with affairs of your own ? When are you coming home ?

sing sweet bird
carved out of light
and air,
lord of the silvering birch,
monarch of the drifting skies.

I am grateful for the paths that have been wrote onto pages, I am aware of my ignorance to my pre-generations
I am in tune with reality though I seek to change it
I am in control of my own and bleed out ink to the nation
I respect myself first and all others past
I seek to understand first, I seek peace alas
I choose not to fear egos of man on this plane
For that Is no script of redemption from pain