i just want to win you over everyday after my mouth makes filth outta your ears,
with things intangible like love and its opposites, kindness, brutal honesty (i will tell you when i'm fucking pissed and i will tell you when i'm in the wrong. fuck me.), and the excitement of doubt.
regrets may vary,
but you ought to know,
i'd join the dark side to preserve this feeling, if i felt that it would.
i hope that means something to you.




happy new year! :]

mmm (a haiku)

my heart's different
it's white, round and baked. and filled
with bbq'ed pork

Lama Sabachthani

when i'm lucky enough to dream, i dream in two bar loops.

1…2...
eight counts to infinity.
not enough time to slay
the devil within me.
3…4...
i clung to thee
but now cling to the
memories of the me
5…6...
married to divinity.
knuckles bare white
i can't fathom letting go.
7…8....
i wait for revolution.
and it comes
every eight counts
1...2...

redredred.

In search of...

validation
my vanity finds the right vein with the intentions
of shooting up yr attention
these track marks are landmarks
thrown darts of warm hearts
beatboxing
in synchronization
in stimulation

in simulation

i master the high
plastered before my master's two eyes
escape a sigh from the laughter that rain from the sky
and decipher why's from the flames that reign from the lie
i lie and breathe easy
for brief moments i am at peace
i lie and breathe easy
i lie and breathe
i lie.

Poetry is not the path to pussy...pussy.

i was told once that
women hate to be a man's fantasy

to be valued by her role
in the idea of love
to be placed in a position
of high expectation
to be given more than give

that shit makes me scared to write poetry

i'm a romantic
who's life calling
is to manifest fantasies
into living, breathing, realities

but more often than not, that's just hustling backwards

so i keep still, let nature take it's course, and i'll see you when yr red(e)