Sunday, December 30, 2012

Nothing Could Be Further

When I think of all the cosmic bullshit that most of us contend with on a daily basis it almost makes me glad I am not living as an amoeba or bacteria of sorts. Seriously, if we could only focus on something much more worthwhile other than gadgetry and popularity I know for certain that our evolution would skyrocket to phenomenal proportions.

Now I know I'm not just running off my mind's thoughts here. They are everyone's thoughts! We all pretty much think the same, act the same and breathe the same air. This you cannot even pretend to deny. Most of our habits are habitual by nature.

I am proud to be Human! Even if most Humans aren't proud themselves. It's understandable but not viable. Sure, bad stuff happens and can often put a damper on our mood but so what. The second we give in to the bad stuff is the second we convince ourselves that we're not spectacular.
And nothing could be further from the truth!

What I Am

I am what I am because it is all that I am. I am not a business man. I am not an arrrogant CEO. I'm just me.

Usually when I write down a thought I do not think it over much. If I do that then I run the risk of falling prey to a metaphorical blockage. A mental blockage.

What is the mind if not a series of connections upon connections upon connections? It stores everything within its many chasms and gorges. It stretches and grows with each new piece of information that we feed it.

We grow right along with it.

Saturday, December 29, 2012

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

I Dream Them

At two o'clock in the morning I do not know what is left to be taken advantage of. If I poke my eyeball with a graphite pencil will it bleed right away or will it simply fester for some time before it explodes? I lay carelessly on a stack of books and sort through the images floating in and around my head.

If I were a lunatic I believe some things would be easier to tolerate. I often traverse the many continents of my subconscious world. There are many things I ignore and many things that humanity ignores.

We are not machines but we think we are. We are not hollow beings without emotion. We absorb the good and the bad because they aid us in our sociological development.

At two o'clock in the morning I do battle with some impending insecurity. It makes a mockery of me, perniciously. Now, dreams are made for dreamers and I dream them.

Saturday, December 22, 2012

These Rays of Light

The rays of light shooting forth from my window call out to me. They do not speak a clearly defined tongue or dialect. Though I am still able to comprehend most of what they speak.

These rays of light offer me warmth, kindness and loyalty. I only wish I could offer the same.

Cell Phones & Diet Coke

Cell phones and diet coke cans sprawled out before our sentience. I make myself a grilled quesadilla with sour cream and plenty of salsa on the side. My life makes some sense. Even if you cannot see it.

I read Tolstoy with vigor and Maugham with opulence. I try not to peruse the information highway too often but it is always at my finger tips. Yesterday I thought to myself 'I'd like to be an entertainer of sorts'. But no it is not within me to pander to a crowd of doubters. I'd sooner jump into a vat of boiling hot oil.

The leather band I wear on my right wrist smells of sweet hide. I wonder what animal it came from. I wonder about slaughterhouses sometimes whenever I eat a cheeseburger. I don't eat cheeseburgers everyday; no. I do have sympathy for all creatures big and small but I don't always have the resources to purchase or grow vegetarian alternatives.

The closest I ever came to being a vegetarian was one summer when I ate nothing but granola and cereal. I swear for nearly three months that was all I ate! It made me feel quite famished and light headed. I eventually gave it up, only because I could no longer tolerate being hungry.

Some people are carnivores and some are vegetarians. Most tend to be omnivores. That's just the way things are. It's not the way things have to be but it's just the way they are. All sustenance is composed of the same molecules anyhow. The same applies to us homosapiens.

I'd eat mud if mud tasted exactly like a pepperoni and sausage pizza with extra cheese. But, sadly, it doesn't so therefore I do not eat mud. I suppose I could think of myself as a cheese-tarian but only part time.

I often wonder how people will describe us one hundred or so years from now. They might just think of us as the civilization that had cell phones and drank diet coke. Oh and everything else that happened in between.

Thursday, December 20, 2012

Galactic Alignment

Galactic Alignment! Galactic Alignment! Galactic Alignment! The new energies showering us will force us all to become more introspective, compassionate, loving and aware. Just like a rainstorm can affect our mood so too can weather patterns in space. We are about to experience a cosmic energy storm of unmeasurable proportions! (I've already begun to feel it. And it feels magnificent.)

Ready For Apocalypse

I got my stacks of books. I'm ready for the "apocalypse".

Cosmic Enchilada

I'm not afraid. This cosmic enchilada is what we've all chosen to create. At times it can be good, at times it can be bad. But it is why we're all here, all of us. So do not fret much longer than is needed. This enchilada requires our cheese.

Pour the sauce on it as well as any chopped onions or green chili peppers you may have. If it tastes awful it is your own damn fault. Nobody should have to choke down a stale portion of the Great Enchilada. Nor should anyone ever, ever fear it. For we are It.

Tuesday, December 18, 2012


We are energy in a constant state of flux.

Digital Memories

Stinking digital
The guitar notes
Are but
Mere reference
We have the nerve
We have the power
To stand for
Something potent
Something more lasting

Monday, December 17, 2012

Look Into Glass

Looking into glass. We see each other's faults and flaws but let the wisdom of youth pass us by without so much as a hello. I may be young by all traditional standards but rest assured the molecules that compose my brain and body have existed since time began; and a million more years before that.

Age is often stereotyped but so is youth. Both are capable of insulting one another on a regular basis. Because of that I do not believe one holds more wisdom than the other. It is all a matter of levels. Different people achieve different levels of existence in order to gain new perspectives and insights into what we've come to call humanity.

Make no mistakes unless you truly learn from them. Don't expect every choice you make to be a successful one. Don't expect every relationship you have to be filled with non-stop romance and passion. Don't read something just because the mass populace says it is groovy. What the hell does the populace know?

If you want to find yourself, your true self, stare into some glass. Let your reflection reflect what you need to see and be. Respect yourself and others or just shut the hell up.

I Blow My Mind

I sit here on my mattress of air; unnervingly content. On my television screen plays a movie set in Paris in the 1920's. A writer meets some of his literary idols and is blown away by how human they seem. I must admit that I am somewhat blown away as well.

At the same time I peruse through the first drafts of some short stories I've written this past year. I believe they are more than first drafts. I do not like to edit much of my own worded significance. Usually I prefer to add more words to an already big pile of words and watch the pile even itself out. It is quite a sight to witness.

Now I think of what to document next. Perhaps I must wait a while longer. Perhaps I'll analyze some poetry. Line by line. Verse by verse. I shall blow my own mind.

Life is Wondrous

Life is wondrous! It is miraculous! Those in positions of authority are good at making us forget by distracting us with consumerism, war, poverty, disease, politics. And they only do so out of fear. They fear we will discover just how magnificent we ALL are!

Sunday, December 16, 2012

All Will Be Well

There is a new energy shooting down upon us right at this moment! It comes from the center of our Galaxy. It comes from the source of all that is and all that there ever will be. Do not fear it. Fear has no place within this new energy. Be calm and present. Be yourself and surround yourself with family & friends. All will be well.


Mainstream media is nothing but a calf suckling at the teet of corporate sponsors.


Dark profiteers
Our children's minds
With promises of
To produce more
In a box
And sell it, market it
As the thing that
Everyone needs in order
To be a Complete

Saturday, December 15, 2012

My 8th Book Fascination Now Published






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Bask in the Sun's light. Breathe in deeply, breathe out. Smile and know that the entirety of existence is taken care of. This includes You.

Friday, December 14, 2012


We all need a creative outlet. Every one of us. I know this backwards society can often be too much to bear. That is why an outlet of some kind is an absolute requirement! As a teenager I struggled with depression. Not just your typical teenage angsty depression. At the time I actually despised the way most teenagers behaved. So I withdrew further into my own self reflective pool of quixotic despair. I wish I could say that medicines helped but they really didn't. What really, truly helped was the creative outlet I found in music and writing. Every bad thought I had I turned into a song. Every insult I wanted to sling at someone I turned into a poem. Eventually all that writing and rocking out on my guitar helped me transmute my depression into a deeper understanding of myself and existence in general. I honestly do not know what I may have done if I hadn't learn to express myself through music and writing. It sounds cliche but it's the truth. With that in mind... if you ever find yourself overwhelmed with frustrations I urge you to express yourself through song, dance, painting, writing or any sort of activity that will help you vent and ultimately serve your highest good. You can't keep it all bottled up. You just can't.

Our Own

It's our own damn fault. Our own fault for turning killers into t.v. stars. Our own fault for valuing materialism over humanity. Our own fault for feeling so insecure and paranoid that we arm ourselves with more weapons than an individual needs. Our own fault for insulting each other and pushing each other away. But most of all it is our own damn fault for believing we are separate from everything and everyone! WE ARE ALL INTERCONNECTED AND INTERDEPENDENT! How many times must this be said until it finally sinks in? We help one another survive!

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

The Disjointed

Divide the
What use is
An imagination
Encased in
Granite & lime
Hostilities dissolve
Rather than memorialize the pain
Fictional hallucinations internalize
The disjointed states of calm.


Many t.v. shows get close to realizing the duality of life but just never quite get there.

Monday, December 10, 2012


None of us may live forever. Certainly not in one form. For if we did then all life and all energy would become stale and quite possibly destroy itself for nourishment.
We are afforded this brief existence by no mere roll of the dice. By living our lives we keep the energy flowing.
We keep the Universe alive!

Saturday, December 8, 2012

Life Evolves

Life evolves differently under different circumstances but always finds a way to flourish.


I feel
So frustrated
This kingdom
No need
To panic
Just be
Our kingdom
Fail us
Failed us
Our kingdom

Odds Of

The odds of attachment are much higher than one realized.

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Boy With No Face

Here's a short story I wrote:

Some time ago, but not too long ago, there lived a boy with no face. When I say no face I mean just that... no face. He was born without an actual face. He could still talk and eat through a very small hole located beneath his chin. But he had no proper mouth.

He did not have very many friends during the most formative years of his life. You could say he was one of those "late bloomers" but that moniker just would not be accurate. It might be somewhat more accurate to say he was the quintessential loner type. Even though he did not enjoy being a loner he eventually learned to tolerate it.

Please, do not feel sorry for him. For he never really felt sorry for himself. If he had then he probably would not have lived as long as he did.

He was born on a cold December morning in the year of the rat. His parents were not of any particular descent but certainly resembled beings of great cultural significance. They were both very happy when he was born. They did not care that he was born without a face. They loved him and taught him about self-awareness and self-confidence.

When he first attended elementary school all the kids made fun of him. They would chant things like, "No face! No face! Where's your face?" For the most part he was able to ignore their ignorant chants and jeers. Then one day a cute little girl in his class approached him and asked, "How are you able to see?" "I do not see in the same way that you might. But I can feel the energetic vibrations that everyone and everything emits. It's like a unique form of sonar." The little girl did not understand his answer so she just waved bye and walked back to her group of friends.

The remainder of his elementary career continued in the same fashion. Most of the kids did their best to ignore him but every once in a while one of 'em would approach him and ask a question. Of course, he always answered. It may not have been the answer they were expecting but it was an answer nonetheless.

By the time he reached middle school he was pretty sick and tired of being ignored by his fellow peers. He kept a journal and wrote in it daily. It helped somewhat but not entirely. He practiced karate and learned to break wooden boards with his forehead. It also helped him relieve his frustrations but the effect did not last very long.

In high school he became more involved in the creative arts. In particular, painting and sculpting. He painted a lot of still lifes, portraits and nudes. He sculpted mostly from his own subconscious desires. He once tried sculpting the head of the most popular and beautiful girl in school but it took him longer than expected and so he lost interest.

It wasn't until his senior year that he was invited to numerous parties by some of the popular kids. He didn't attend them initially because he figured they just wanted to have someone strange looking at their parties in order to serve as some kind of entertainment. But he ended up attending one, as a bit of a social experiment.

At this particular party just about everyone was drunk or in the process of becoming drunk. Nobody recognized him because he cleverly disguised himself by donning a very detailed latex mask. He ordered the mask via ebay then repainted it with his own special mix of acrylic paints. As soon as it dried it resembled some sort of androgynous being.

He slipped in between groups and cliques with great ease. A couple of peers asked him who he was; he said his name was Allen. One young lady came onto him in the most peculiar way. She asked him if he had any drugs on him because she wanted to get high and then engage in sexual relations with him. He of course did not have any drugs on him so he politely told her he didn't. She still seemed interested in his company but quickly succumbed to her own inebriation and passed out on an old tattered armchair.

He then sat outside for a while underneath a patio umbrella and watched as his generation spiraled out of control. He witnessed boys throwing up in bushes and girls throwing up in handbags. A part of him wanted to cry and another part of him wanted to laugh. But he maintained his countenance.

Soon he found himself enjoying a hot dog or two and partaking of something called flan. It was tasty but its texture was comparable to a skiddish slug. He also ate a handful of salted pretzels and a bushel of popcorn. He then washed it all down with a diet root beer.

Just as he was about to leave the god forsaken party he noticed someone hiding behind a rose bush. It was a small girl. She was sitting cross-legged with a notepad in one hand and a ballpoint pen in the other. She looked up at him and smiled. He tried to smile back but of course he could not but he imagined the mask he was wearing formed somewhat of a smile.

"Hello. My name's Caroline. What's yours?" The small girl asked. She appeared to be no more than eight or nine years old. "Nice to meet you, Caroline. My name is Allen." He did his best to make sure he believed himself to be an Allen. Caroline did not seem to buy it. "You're probably wondering why I'm sitting here behind this rose bush." She stood up and dusted her knees. "Why yes I guess I am." "I'm actually just taking notes." "Notes?" "Yes. Notes." "Notes for what?" "Oh just a book idea I've been tinkering with."

He had a hard time believing a little girl could or would want to write a book but he played along nonetheless. "You're writing a book? What is it about?" He asked. "Oh it's just about a girl who hides behind bushes and spies on people and takes notes about what those people do when they are drunk." "Hmm. Sounds familiar." "Yeah I know it does but no one has written anything like it yet. So I figured I could write it." Caroline dusted her knees a little more then slipped her pen into the spiral binding of her notepad. "Do you have a title yet?" He asked. "I think I'm gonna' title it Rose Bush." "Hmm. Not a bad title."

"I should probably get home now. My Mom might be wondering where I am. It was nice meeting you, Allen." "Same here." They shook hands and she skipped out of the backyard then down the street.

As he watched her skip away he couldn't help but feel some sort of affinity for the girl's keen wisdom. He also felt very much like an observer who was in danger of becoming an enabler. An enabler of truth? Perhaps.

He sat back down under the umbrella and had a moment of extreme clarity. His classmates weren't getting drunk because they were weak willed or hollow. It was simply their way of numbing themselves. That's right, they numbed away their emotional pains much like the way a doctor numbs his patient before any serious surgery.

"How could I not see this before?" He asked himself. "It's as if they are all in much greater pain than I am. My entire life has consisted of embracing my own uniqueness and shrugging off whatever insults were hurled my way. But what about them? They've been locked into a perpetual cycle of insults and bullying since kindergarten. Maybe even longer than that. I can see now that someone must break the cycle. It needs to be broken otherwise it will be passed on to their children and their children's children. And so on and so forth."

With that he ran back inside, jumped onto a stool and shouted a message of hope. "My fellow peers! Please heed my words! Stop all of your senseless debauchery! I know you are hurting! I know you feel like no one understands you! Believe me when I tell you that I completely sympathize with you!" A few kids payed attention to him but most kept dancing and drinking.

"I urge you to put down the alcohol and turn on your minds!" They continued to ignore him. Then one peer approached him emphatically and sincerely spoke. "Hey, man. I know what you're talking about and I agree with you for the most part. But it's just easier to ignore all the bullshit in the world and get drunk. I mean... as teenagers we hardly have a say in what goes on around us and most of our parents are too busy with trying to pay the bills to really give a damn about anything else." He handed him a cold can of beer.

The boy with no face reluctantly took the can of beer, stared at it for some time, and popped it open. He squirted the golden alcohol all over his face-mask then spilled the rest on the floor. He felt anew so ran around and shouted. "I am reborn! I am reborn! I am reborn!"

Later that night, he stumbled home with a smile on his face-mask and the phone numbers of seven beautiful girls in his pocket.

Wednesday, December 5, 2012


Let's face it... the majority NEEDS to be offended on a regular basis. It knocks 'em out of that egotistical state that consumes them.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Within Her

When I saw her at the end of the hallway I couldn't help but take notice. Her hair shimmered like golden flecks of undying sunlight. Her skin was that of tanned silk.

I watched her loiter for a whiile. Different people approached her and asked many inane questions. A few requested her phone number.

She did not tell them. She would not tell them. More approached her and more attempted to sway her. She shook her head and brushed off their compliments.

No one can ever even hope to possess her. He who tries is always met with laughter and disappointment. I believe she really enjoys turning down every possible suitor. But when I see her, I see the hole within her.

Monday, December 3, 2012

Prayer For My Uncle

Please pray/meditate for my Uncle Mike. He really needs it. He's always been one of the funniest and smartest people that I know. When I was little he pointed at the stars and told me about the major constellations. There's still so much more for him to share with the entire world. I know a lot of people don't believe in prayer, for the longest time neither did I, but that is only because they don't manifest in the way we expect them to. But they do indeed manifest! I thank you in advance.

Saturday, December 1, 2012


Feels like some old feelings want to resurface. Where the hell did my childhood go? Seems like just a few years ago I was learning to ride my bike and watching Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and playing the original Gameboy. I don't really want to be overly nostalgic but I can't help yearning for those days. I always seem to be the most introspective during the holiday season.

Friday, November 30, 2012


"He who closes his ears to the views of others shows little confidence in the integrity of his own views." -William Congreve

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

The Fate of the World

Go to and download a free preview of my novel. The fate of the world depends on it! ;-)

Made an interesting dish. Combined turkey, corn, noodles, mustard & salsa in a skillet. Cooked for twenty minutes. It's a tasty explosion.

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Be yourself or uh eat some pie. Mmm pie.

Best Alter

Best to live. Best to lie. Breathing in existence as it mimics random emotion. The eternal passion which courses through our veins is the true mentor we've been searching for. Stop creating new excuses. Push aside all antagonistic obligations and focus on whatever ignites your soul! You know you can do it. You alone have the power to alter your reality.

Monday, November 26, 2012


Some times we must taste the sky.
Somehow we must taste the infinite.
Some places do not serve alcohol after or before midnight.
In the region in which I live- most things are available for misuse.
Because somehow, sometimes people demand Ignorant oppression.

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Brain Waves

The pain
Put me
Is the pain
I grew
This violence
All the while
Mixing adulterous
Brain waves


A future
His own
Sense of pride
No one
Arm pits
Better than
Does purple haze
It is a very live

All A Question

All a question
When we traveled
A meal
Is quite pricey
One must sacrifice
Greed and fame
For some pain

Drunken Poet

The drunken poet
The Drunken
Bits of pieces
Vanilla vain
The drunken
Does not qualify
For food stamps
Passersby gawk at him
For he is not as drunk as

Kindle or Nook?

Superman Dream

Had amazing dream last night. I was with some friends about to watch a movie then one of them asked me questions about some French writer I've never heard of. When I couldn't answer them he began to shout at me hysterically. Then I shouted at him and punched him extremely hard. Next thing I knew I was running outside and somehow I began to fly up into the sky like Superman! It was great! Eventually two guys dressed in black came after me, they could fly too but not as fast as me. I dove between buildings and bridges quite easily. Then I accidentally smashed into a bridge. But I was able to repair it by using my laser eyes to weld the steel back together. After that I continued flying onward and upward.

And that is when I awoke.

Saturday, November 24, 2012

One Box

The doorbell rang. I opened the door. A girl was selling cookies. I asked her how much. She said six dollars a box. I told her I'm not exactly John Rockefeller or Andrew Carnegie.

She looked dumbfounded. I purchased one box.

For The Rest Of Today

So go to
That derives
For the rest

Thursday, November 22, 2012

My Thanksgiving Speech

Here's the Thanksgiving speech I wrote and just gave in front of my family:

What is Thanksgiving? The ancient Egyptians had no such holiday. Nor did the Babylonians. Neither did the Chinese. I suppose they had no use for one. Or maybe they were just too caught up in the emotional outpour of their individual eras to even bother to consider giving thanks and/or receiving it. But then again the only working knowledge I have is of the society in which I was born.

Today's generations have no concept of what it must have been like for the pilgrims to make their long, arduous journey aboard the Mayflower. I suppose it could be comparable to waiting in line for the latest technological gadget or fighting off the crowds at a Black Friday sale. Yet even that would be a stretch.

The world has changed immensely since then. People have changed as well. Human emotion seems to be the one constant throughout history. This includes giving thanks and receiving it.

And with that... I am quite thankful. I am thankful for the moon, the sun, the stars, the sky, Mother Earth and this magnanimous Universe we're all a part of! But most of all I am thankful for the people that surround me. My friends. My family.

I give thanks to you. Mom, Dad, Sister, Niece, Nephew, Nephew. I give thanks to All of you. :-)


Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Eat A Bug

Eat a bug. Eat a rug. Munch on your intuition. You think you are who you claim you are but you are in fact not even human. You are a cyclops, a cyclone, a part of the never ending cycle.

So why then do we insist on maiming each other? Physically. Emotionally. Retro-actively. Do we enjoy it? Why can't we all just live out our lives without bothering each other with each other's bullshit?

When we look at one another we must look deep, deeper than we've ever known. It is indeed possible.

Perfect Xmas Gift

Save By The Bell tshirt. Mmhmm.

Sunday, November 18, 2012

In My Sketchbook

In My
Only by
On the eve
The Fifth
The band rocks out
Chords and riffs
Squares, triangles, splits
Paradigms explode here
In my sketchbook

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Take up a cause. Fall in love, write a book. Something.
Lincoln is a really great movie. There's no flashy special effects or cheesy vampire romances. Just really good acting and historical significance.
Going to watch Lincoln.

Friday, November 16, 2012

re any hostess products are pulled from the shelves but it is likely some other company will buy out all the rights and keep 'em in stores.
Noo not twinkies!! But I do respect the workers for sticking to their convictions and not giving in to management. Plus, it'll still be another year befo
Bangin' on a trash can. Drummin' on a street light...

Monday, November 12, 2012

Cold Cut

Cold cut
the cosmic
We learned
To argue
and dance
Ale is not stale
Except for secondary
Which sail past our fears
Unbeknownst to
Most of Us

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Time Spent

When I found out my ex gf got married I felt regret and then got all down on myself for a while. Then when I found out she had her first child I slipped into a deeper melancholic state. Eventually I got tired of thinking about her and moved to a new city where I began a new job and met new people and got involved with music and art. I'll never be able to stop thinking about her but at least now whenever I do... I can smile and appreciate the time we spent together.

Friday, November 9, 2012

The people who are the hardest to love are usually the ones who need it the most.


I am here to change the world in a subtle yet profound way. And so are you.

Which would you rather do (without the aid of a vehicle) ? Fly or Teleport?

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Monday, November 5, 2012

I'm voting for Carl Marx. Yes.


I've yet to have a very profound intimate relationship with anyone. Sure I've had certain females in mind for such a role but none of them really panned out. Actually, none of them harbored any feelings towards me. It was as if they viewed me as some mystery that is better left a mystery.

They were probably right. I mean how could I even hope to provide anyone with even a shred of stability? Try as I may... it is not one of the traits I carry.

The first girl to ask me out was Jacqueline. Most people called her Jackie. It was during seventh grade math class. I was thrown off by it. I had just begun to cultivate my own identity that year when she first took notice of me. Our teacher was pretty adamant about carrying the decimal over to its proper place. I had just figured out what she meant by "proper place" and felt a tap on my right shoulder.

"Hi, Ryan. Will you go out with me?" Jackie practically whispered to me while hiding behind her geometry textbook. I stared at her face for a few seconds before answering. I wanted to say yes but it came out as, "No." I then got up from my desk, grabbed the hall pass and walked smoothly towards the boys' restroom.

I looked into the mirror and asked myself, "Why the hell did you say no? Are you insane?" I half expected to have an answer to my own question. The only thing I could come up with was that I thought Jackie was just joking around or something. It was seventh grade after all. And seventh grade also happened to be one of the years in which I considered everything to be nothing more than a joke.

When I returned to class I immediately noticed the somber look on her face. I felt awful but decided it was best to bury my head in some trapezoids and hexagons. The minutes flew by; I did not look at her again until the bell rang. I watched her get up from her desk, clutching her personalized binder, and slowly walk out of the classroom.

The full force of what had occurred did not hit me until I arrived home later that day. I then began to dissect the entire moment; second by second. "If she was serious about it then the least she could have done was tell me she was serious." I said to myself while pondering long and hard. I allowed it to boggle my mind for a few more hours before finally giving up on the whole prospect of understanding her motives.

I saw her plenty of times after that. We had almost all the same classes. I don't think she even bothered to tell anyone about how I turned her down. I don't blame her. I don't tell people about my rejections either.

The rest of the year went by uneventfully. Well, it was uneventful for me but I witnessed plenty of classmates find love and heartbreak. Jackie was one of them. She had two short flings over the course of two months.

Definition of climacteric: period of decrease of reproductive capacity in men and women, culminating, in women, in the menopause.

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Membrane Male

Puckered up
In an effort
To deny my
One thoughtless
Orgasmic entropy
All the cleavage in
This lifetime just mutes
My memories of depressions
Blondes suck on all

Definition of loup-garou: werewolf; lycanthrope.

Friday, October 26, 2012

Dr. Frankenstein never named his creature. He despised him. Would be more accurate to refer to it as Dr. Frankenstein's Creation.
Got the Fresh Prince of Bel Air theme song stuck in my head.

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Forever Romantic

Is a
Quick to recall
To resolve
Thy heart
Is an old worn in
Gas tank
But soon to be
Most nights
I hear you whisper
To me
Sweet salted
Then for that moment
I am elated
To know you
To hold you
To yearn for you
Is unrelenting

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Don't be another dumbass customer. If you're not informed enough on a particular product then don't buy it or get informed. We do live in the information age.

Saturday, October 20, 2012

"None for me thanks. It'll go straight to my vagina. That's what girls worry about right? Having big vaginas?" -Stewey Griffin

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

The way I see it: We either do away with all alcohol or do away with all the monstrously sized motor vehicles. (Yes I am quite serious.)

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

I believe the Universe knows what we need. Even when we haven't the faintest clue.

Monday, October 15, 2012

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Watched the walking dead. Oh wait... that was the vice presidential debate.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Learn To

Learn to do without
Learn to become clout
Learn to like leaves
Learn to be more than
Yourself; more than

Sunday, September 30, 2012

The eternal soul can only expand by embracing all that Life offers. This includes both good and evil.

And I Salute

What the hell people?
What is it you think you
Are going to find?
Perhaps everything and nothing
Yes, that is what you're after
Is it not?
You're all a bunch of

Saturday, September 29, 2012

As You

She still had that
Dollar store smell
As she stepped
On the gas
And hauled ass
I tried to stop her
But what for?
I could not come up
With a valuable reason
Now I have joined her
And now
We're in Mexico City
Drinking tequila
Eating enchiladas, rice, beans, corn
Corn chips dipped in the spiciest salsa
Ever made
And now
I think to myself
Why doesn't everyone
Do what we do?
Why must anyone witness
The changing seasons
Without knowing
Why they change?
Fear is no excuse
Beauty is not the recluse
You must know
That none of us were meant
To be
Shoved into
Cubicles, titles, positions
We are Life
We are
' and now I bid you adieu
And now
The sun sets
As passionately

It all starts within.

Friday, September 28, 2012

Peanut butter sandwich. It spreads the peanut butter on the bread or else it gets hungry again.


What a

Thursday, September 27, 2012


Begins its
and she licks
her own
they resemble
of cubic
Ice Cream
I liked
When we both
From morbid
Even when it meant
Smashing through
and strength
Anger abounds
Just as
she slipped off
her tight, mechanical
All cosmic
That much more
, we slipped

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

All political crap aside. The only way for real frickin' change to occur is by every individual changing from within, deep within. No one but us can do this.

Monday, September 24, 2012

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Friday, September 21, 2012

I suppose waiting in line for the iphone is good practice for when the economy goes belly up and we all have to wait in chow lines. I kid, I kid. Or do I?

Long Every

Slow Days
Slow Nights
with all the sweat
with all the regret
We require
to remember
what it means
To be oh so
and sometimes
is just not
the solution
, if it were
there'd be stores
giving it away!
It is all
A Cluster
a jigsaw allegory
We allow it
to deny it
would mean
Slow Day
Slow Night
as well as

Thursday, September 20, 2012


To take the pain
Transmute its
So to dive
Down, deep
No matter how
This fusion

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

A vast ye mateys! Today be International Talk Like A Pirate Day! Arrrrrr!

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Monday, September 17, 2012

Close Dry

Plain and Dry
Soft Spoken
In particular
Just what makes
Us All
Time eludes us
For now & then
Begins here
How... wow
Back against
Not visuals
Randomly rent
Fifteen rooms
with a view
A view of
the pleated
No flowers
Are visible
as of yet
but then
How exactly do we
While Dreaming
Peoples Stupid
and arguments
Oh, the damn
The agitation
Sets in
We cannot gamble away
Mass fluid
Like wishes
lies morph realism
Hatred melts
then orbs appear
purely, simply
No physics
No reality
Close memories of vain
Cries !

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Greater Whole

A plural substance
Was I?
Ever so rich as to say
"You need me today. Everyday."
A singular influence
Keeps my passion
Her bodyguard permitted
the consumption of twelve
Root beer floats
A rectangular confluence
Prayed toward the heavens
but then it all felt
Too special
And it all was indeed
Too Special
The silver lining above
our heads
The invisible drudgery
making us dead
Did nothing but remind
Us of much more
Golden Days
So I grabbed a handful
Of stardust memories
I then hurled it upward
Watched it disappear
Into the voluminous void
I wanted to cry but opted
For a cheer
A singular being
Am I
A plural beginning
Is what courses
through all of us
"We need each other."
Sure we can despise
one another
all day long
That still does not diminish
The collective sorrow
Of our times
We are singular souls
But alas
Part of a much
Much Greater

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Water That Sustained

Do you drink your
with a grain of
Do you sip your
When your supervisor
calls you by somone else's
Do you correct him?
Do you reflect on past grievances?
Well... maybe
You should
One more theory
Just one more
this year runs out
All of humanity
Will Shout
"I should have cared about it all!"
Then that grain of salt
will be much sweeter
than the once reflective

It's all Universal.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

I've got 7 billion tickets to paradise. Pack your bags we'll leave tonight.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Able Able

whole opposition
your only
If able
be unruly
If not
prepare for

Monday, September 10, 2012

Keep Stretching

There are no limits. We create our own limits. Not good enough? All right. We are not bound by time and space because time and space are in fact non-limiting. Both are able to stretch on and on and on. This is the way it must be in order for existence to exist. Still not good enough? Okay. When you fill up a water balloon what does it do? It stretches. Right? And what happens when you fill it up just a bit too much? It pops. But the rubber like material it is made of is still able to be stretched. What am I getting at? I suppose you can think of the human condition as something that can be easily stretched and stretched beyond all limitation. And even when it breaks from too much stretching it can still be stretched some more. We must remind ourselves of this and then keep stretching.

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Going to zoo. Gonna' free all the animals from their capitalist contained prison cells.

Friday, September 7, 2012

My nephew, Dad and I just witnessed two orbs (ufos) hover over us in the backyard. Definitely not planes cuz a plane flew right next to 'em. :-)

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Ungrateful & Morbid

A morbid
what made me
Inside of us all
Is a stale
Pale version
of abnormality
Thanks again
for your
Speak again
the amorphous
We are all

Over the next four months the weirdest of the weird and the truest of the true shall be revealed.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012


The ghost will
scare you
The vampire
will suck your
The economy
will drain you
The system
will betray you
The income tax
will rape you
The politician
save you
The course we're on
is set
There is NO WAY
to minimize the Debt
The candidate will lie
his ass off
The people will
fall for it once more
The partisan approach
has already atrophied
beyond reproach
This is what people need
This is what people want
They need to feel screwed
They need to be used
We've all tried the punch
and it was spiked
millions of times
with overly used
by overrated
Pompous asses
Now is NOT
the Winter of our
Now is the
Do not despair!
For it is all so clear
Vote against
Vote against
This archaic system
For it is THEY
who are the true Vampirics
They do not suffer as we do
They signed away their souls
Long, long, long
This Universe
Is not Chaotic
seeks to make us all
This verse
This Time is Historic
Our Humanity
Shall lead us
.. Galactic influence
is our destiny
NOT more

Monday, September 3, 2012

R.I.P. Michael Clarke Duncan


How do most people deal with their emotions?
I suppose they don't
Most people are
Just too caught up
In the psychosis
Of false reality
To a point
I will not admit
To living
In the present
Because the present
Remains unappreciated
I guess I do live in it...

Sunday, September 2, 2012

Thursday, August 30, 2012

There is only One race. The Human race.
Wth? Got a call from 123456789. Damn telemarketers.

Significant Compassion

They're not gonna' do anything significant unless it's guaranteed to fill their offshore bank accounts. They've been promising the same things for the past 40-50 years and there is no proof that they've followed through with their promises. I know most people don't like to hear that their government is corrupt but the cold hard truth is that all governments are corruptible. The only way to go about creating real change is by becoming a more informed and more united nation of compassionate human beings.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Sounds of Breakfast

An Egg
Or Two
Or Five
To each other
The wonders of
Their own existence
Sizzling skillet
Smacked & Popped
I enjoy the sounds of

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Humane Cave

On the eve
of the
Sixth of
I embarked
on a solo
with a steel weapon
in my knapsack
I traversed
the most treacherous
known to man
Not in the mind
Not in the hand
All across
This majestic land
Which we Abuse
The very same land
That we stole from
Indigenous tribes
The very same land
We misuse
do not bother
upon reading this
... , You knew this
All along
I knew it as well
That is why
I chose to
take up
my steely weapon
in the first place
That is why
in a matter of months
Our perception(s)
Shall shift
I Was The First
To whip out
My Resolve
And carve out
New Caves
Much more

Monday, August 27, 2012

Saturday, August 25, 2012

R.I.P. Neil Armstrong

R.I.P. Neil Armstrong. You will not be forgotten.


Look at all
I ask them
To Listen
Yet They
I ask them
To Envision
Another Realm
And They Snore
Look at All These
I tell Them They Are
Powerful & They Doubt!
They refuse
To Believe
Their own
Look at Them!
They count their money
And Abuse One Another
For gold not Honey
I Wish to Deplete
All Currency

You are Powerful! Yes You Are! No bullshit. YOU ARE POWERFUL!!!

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Monday, August 20, 2012

Happy 46th Birthday Dimebag Darrell! All us metalheads miss you but keep your music alive! \M/ \M/

Sunday, August 19, 2012

of Human Kind finally tore away ALL limitations! The era when every individual reclaimed the Universal right to be Limitless!
e era in which our minds will be blown WIDE OPEN! Do not be afraid. This is the era that many generations to come will be talking about. The era when ALL
t ready for it because chances are they'll never be ready as long as they believe they are powerless. This is the era of Great Transformation! This is th
No more fooling around in this limited paradigm we call "reality." It is time to show the world what I/We can accomplish. Doesn't matter if people are no

Saturday, August 18, 2012

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Human Rhyme

time is subtle
Long ago
We gave
A Damn
Some might say
A God Damn
Their daggers
and stab some
Tropical citrus fruit
Any sanity
Then the purple
Purple rain
Drowns Us
The entire world
Not biblical style
The Universe
knows how ignorant
We tend to be
... time... time
Does not tick
are not time machines!
Are the perceivers
time needs to pass subtly
With or without

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Do It!

Corporations and Government(s) profit off of war, they profit off of keeping people sick, they profit off of keeping people hungry, they profit off of keeping people homeless, they profit off of raising tuition, they profit off of inflated interest rates, they profit off of suppressing clean and free energy technologies. In short, they profit off of human suffering. These are the cold hard facts.

We do have the ability to change this! We must stop accepting it as the "norm" and start being a hell of a lot more inquisitive! We must start voicing our opinions on a regular basis and ask the right questions; the real questions. We must learn to stick up for each other and help out one another when it is needed. We must stop bickering over frivolous things and stop giving in to argumentative division. THEY want us to be divided. THEY need us to be divided.

Start viewing each person you meet and know as more than someone with opinions and beliefs that differ from your own. They are no different than you. We are ALL the same! It is our differences that make us similar!

You don't have to believe in something that does not resonate within you. But surely you believe that each one of us is worthy of compassion, community and love. Yes, none of us are "perfect" but that does not mean we should be denied the staples of human existence. Nor does it mean we should alienate ourselves from the human condition altogether.

Be yourself! Be the unique spark that you were born to be! Love yourself as you are and love others as they are. I know it can be difficult and tiresome but it is possible. We must stop talking about peace and the golden age and start living it!

If you can't do it for just yourself than do it for your friend, do it for your neighbor, do it for your family, do it for ALL of Humanity! It does not matter who or what you do it for. Just do it! Do It! .... Do It!

Friday, August 10, 2012

ated as crazy and goes inside." -Susanna Kaysen
"Lunatics are similar to designated hitters. Often an entire family is crazy, but since an entire family can't go into the hospital, one person is design
"Mothers... are basically a patient lot. They have to be or they would devour their offspring early on, like guppies." -Mary Daheim
Many "crazy" people have actually helped society and mankind. It's the crazies that have the courage to push through limitation.

Monday, August 6, 2012

Into the Fray

She licked
her arms
I laughed
on a cherry red
She hummed
a melody
I whistled
a tune
A box
of orange cream
Perplexed us
We both
She gasped
She grasped
My manhood
And sang into it
Then I
into the

Ha, ha, ha, ha!

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Follow No

Some of us live
Some of us die
Some of us
& Speak
With vanity
Far behind
Do you fear
If you want
Some of us die
Some of us live
And outside of rhyme
Follow no soul but your