i'm no poet, no artist
maybe that's why i can see
we're a lot more beautiful
when you're just you, and i'm just me

A dreamer dreams,
A man sees.
But the dreamer was never a man,
The dreamer is the greatest voice of all mind.

A dreamer dreams,
A  man sees.
But the dreamer was never man.

Now the world has become so dull.
The dreamer is lost in a sight of darkness,
The dreamer is lost in a night of a thousand storms.

Dreamer,
Were you ever a man?

I had three cups of coffee for breakfast.
I slept in a t-shirt two sizes too big,
and I took one too many Adderall (i think).
I sat at the table with the same book
I opened a few months ago,
reading the same few pages from yesterday,
hoping that today would be the day
it all made sense (much like you).
I started to wash the dishes,
but I only got a quarter
of the way done
before I ran out of soap,
much like my effort, or lack thereof.
On these days, my anxiety
is less of an adjective
and more like a state of being.
Everything has become exhausting,
waking up, going to sleep.
Yet, I do it all so well, and nothing
seems to satisfy the insatiable
hunger of the constant chatter
in the back of my head
that screams, “Go”
leave this place with dishes
in the sink, and half-filled
coffee cups behind
and never return.

I [think] I took one too many Adderall.

one day
I dream that I will have the eyes to
see the love that is right in front of me,
the spine to go and grab it,
and the heart to appreciate it for what it is

one day
I dream that I will have the courage to use my fear
instead of the other way around,
the intelligence to make my future bright,
and the imagination to not stop dreaming big

I come from where stars have been long forgotten.
I am from the moon.
Made up of tiny fragments from bated hopes.
You are made up of violet skies,
Whilst I’m made up of nothing but blue.
I wish I could tell if your intentions were true.

To hate or to fear is to be psychologically ill
public office is the last refuge of the incompetent
dreams are rudiments of the great state to come
we dream
what
is
about
to
happen

Teenage dreamer
was embittered
cause he figured
nothing he did
mattered one bit.

Another life lost,
another child fatherless,
another man shot,
another human brutalized
and we see it happen almost live.

T.V. Bobble heads
spin talking points
to demonize the dead;

Drive by mace spray
of those who seek
to make a change;

A little girl cries
and needs milk
to washout her eyes;

A parade of storm troopers
patrol the streets
forcing innocent bystanders
to retreat, get beat,
or arrested on live T.V.

Rubber bullets pounding
against soft skin,
less lethal but still
penetrating,
blood seeping
from those seeking
a peaceful end
to this prevailing system
that locks them in
a recycled state
of grief and suffering

Just to show those
who were seeking an end
to police abuse
of their family and friends,
to all of our human kin,
they give us ultra force.

So now when his peers
cheer for hope
he still feels
the ill-will
of those who seek
to reap
their thrills
from the greed
that kills the seed.
of what we need
to be better.

I want to start a new movement,
With feeling,
That fills you with purpose,
While you read it,

I want to roll through through the world,
Fearless,
Headstrong,
Confident I make a difference,
Not afraid to take a fall,

To take a stand for justice,
Speak my heart freely,
Give my soul reason,
Manifest freedom,

To ***** my words on a page,
That’ll leave you in a daze,
Of complex emotions,
An emotional maze,

To make you feel,
Displace the hurt,
Give you comfort,
Prove your worth.