Poetry, Prose & Philosophy from Life
For whom do we mourn when we weep to the witness of death? ’Tis the deathly departed… Our own death imparted… The desire wholehearted… . . . . to be born when we weep to the witness of sobbing breath. For whom do we plant our purpose beyond pure fated futility? ’Tis the beloved, ’tis … Continue reading Who’s Afraid to Bake A Cake
The rainbow of the internet has only two colors. And this is the way people like it to be. So abhorrently opposed to seeing the other colors. And this is the way people want it to be. If only one color ever existed in the world. They'd ironically persist on inventing more. Hidden behind words of virtuous … Continue reading Am I Easy?
Dearest people, of who I do not know. I sit in a false state of comfort, with my legs bent in. All I hear is the staccato of Chopin churning chaos into beauty. And this makes my eyes lose sight— all I want is sleep. Calm air pours in the window from a place I … Continue reading Estrangement.
With head hanging low he walks to the street and enters his silver Kia; Sunglasses shroud his darkness, as he bites processed cheese rolled in tortilla. Twenty minutes of driving, four Depeche Mode songs and he arrives at work; Songs from youth— virginity, failed expectations and bullies that lurk. He works in … Continue reading The Mobile Misogynist, part 2
As a child I dreamed of living among the dinosaurs, like the Flintstones in fact.My family supported this fantastic delusion of mine with oh so perfect tact. As a child I dreamed of living in outer-space with The Jetsons and others alike. I knew this was silly, but it was nice to dream of what the future … Continue reading Meditations on Happiness
He wakes every morning at six AM without fail; followed by a morning prayer – his head in the shower. He dresses in neat pressed clothes that smell stale; followed by a morning commute- his head in a shadow. He promptly arrives at work in his cheap pick-up truck; then devours a cheap breakfast … Continue reading Complacent & Christian
I know another man. He awakes each morning to soft chimes from his iPhone; then scrolls facebook, tumblr, path and twitter as prone. He reTweets and shares some articles on Mother Jones; solely based on their titles, to him they are complete unknowns. He climbs in the shower and washes his body face and … Continue reading Hubris and Hedonism
I want to tell you a story about a man, a man I know. He is not special or exceptional, by any stretch. He is adequate in looks and mental capacity. Perhaps, even below. He is a man of the lord and he wraps his existence around his proclivity of faith. He does not have … Continue reading Mobile Misogynist
Nothing's Sacred 