Poetry, Story and Films
Samples of my work
Feel free to read and watch
Mentally Ill World Find Your Soul
I feel like you, old man
A young man I am
Who’s too old for these fresh boots
How I grace your daze
Regretful repent of past
My stomach ache
Yet I still bear the death inside
Though my love hugs out in ecstasy
The monster still cries and crawls all over me
In this bliss
Chaos has crippled my soul
It still renders its beauty inside
Yet needs divide
Heart let go, let go
But obviously not
For what have I done wrong for taking a shot?
The Smoking Jesus
Creamy scoop beverage of caution
Drinking the shitefly
Pacing in the daylight dark
Death like the drowned fly
Blessing myself in my lower chakra home
Wake me up with a suck of poison
Panicking that I won’t leave again?
I want to be awake in this crush and breathe now
Creating from a disturbed destiny and scraping my way to clean!
A Poet is Born From Misery
A poet is born from misery
Seeking a salvation
Stick to the road
And know you were a light,
Even in the dark
Like a female’s heart
Realise the mistakes
Shows your humanity,
Even from great falls
Like a blind man’s grasp!
Writing is Like a Hospital
Writing is like a hospital
You’re always waiting
And they classify you ill.
Then all again, you do it over, hoping for freedom from,
What put you here?
You’re mopping around in the hallways
As the doctors and nurses are swing dancing every day, to save you,
As they live with bad accidents at weddings.
You paint a picture out of the window they assigned you
And you’ve never seen it like the way you see it now.
As you realise God depicted this just for your every memory
And you cherish it like freshly picked strawberries during a young spring.
The damage is done
As they bandage your heart to your forearm
To soar you to the light,
Your heart is on your sleeve
And your poem is written in the hospital
And it will never go undone!
A Poet is Like a Dog Staring at a Bird
A poet is like a dog staring at a bird
Letting all disappear around them
And being a part of the story,
If you are contemplating on suicide like communion
Take my word for it
Because when I looked out the door the second time,
My dog had two birds
Two stories unfolding!