I want to go
Somewhere far away
Where neither the rays of the sun
Nor the shadows of darkness can reach me.

Rip this skin of mine,
The confines of these structures,
Failed and toppled,
Never renewed.

The mirrors show a pleasant sight,
One I cannot portray.
So I wonder what you see
In the glass shards inside your pupils?

Running away,
From what?
Myself?
Where can I go?
At the end of the day, where can I go?
It would be no different,
Whether in green or in blue,
I’ll stand alone and petrified
Of all I have to lose.

Off I go on a road trip to nowhere
I won't send postcards to people who won't care
My best friend's gonna be a wise-*** brown bear
Yeah, I'm racing down a melting path to nowhere

American Dream,
     or better yet a nightmare?
Look at the numbers

                    Failure more likely
the statistics just don't lie
                     Just try to survive

Politics, crime rates
       terrorist plots, pandemics
and everything else

               Life is more about
protecting yourself more than
      focusing on growth

                  A reality
we all must accept right now
          It's the bitter truth

Born to a ******
known to some but soon to all
Jesus Christ our lord

God's only son is
given up for forgiveness
of all of our sins


Father, son, holy-
ghost resseructed from dead
He will come again

Devil hard at work
Hell on earth finally here
Redeem your faith now

Only one to judge
Only one you must answer
Where will you call home?

since a smartphone came
we all have became more dumb
just ask your smartphone

No more reading maps
the bookshelves are all bare now
its all in your palms

smartphones own us all
kidnapping our brain power
but we worship them

Past and Future stabled together – both present, tethered, and unstable.

Kindred ghosts pushed-pulled by a hopeful anxiety,
agitated by the yet unknown morning, eager to be

free.  And once freed, breaking fast, bolt-bursting, in competition
– in unison,

leaving Present to peer from the darkness
– who will win after all?

Alone on the threshold of liminal space;
I come across all my broken parts.
Floating and thought misplaced;
They gravitate as I pass, and circle back to me.
All these years lost in a sorrowed haze;
I had forgotten the creases that create my happy face.
The careful weathered etchings,
Of the years where pleasure always bested pain.
My eyes see clearer now, but how much of me remains?
If enough to scrawl, these reflective letters
Then enough to walk, out through the hallowed halls
That entomb all the past attempts to rid the dangling darkness
From above my waking world.
Enough to run; towards somewhere, and not away from