I ran away inside  my skin then
i felt my teenage heart boil
Self-appointed judge and jury
caught me alone

Oh self appointed
Oh self lover it’s a whore

I grabbed my shoes and said to
no one “good bye”  — i just wanna
say no oh no more ~!~ i served
the servants and ate the shit they
spewed — oh boy!  

Everything is senseless.
God how I love pareidolia

I had a good day alone along the river
watched the water speaking to me
and how the rocks knocked the water
making swirls like thoughts in my mind.

I saw how my embryo was born scentless
like babies smiling and many dying
by mothers who have other things to do.

Fathers zero in lands like California
and western costal dead lands ~~
forgotten what human is like love.

A lie like a mushroom within the freak
mind of life — forget me forget you
we made it out of the womb!  yea!  
yea!  !yea.   Glad to meet you too!

She drips blood between her tights
asking for a date tonight.

:: 04.27.2023 ::

My soul aches with sorrow and despair,
No fame to claim, just blemishes to bear,
I eat meat, and work for a corporation,
Living a dream that’s yet to come to fruition.

I try to be happy, but it’s all a facade,
My mind’s a mess, like a winter blizzard,
Like dogs racing in the snow so white,
I flee from the world into the night.

It all feels fake, like a tooth pulled out,
My tongue exploring the gap, with doubt,
I feel so lonely, my heart unglued,
Wishing to be with you, in the clouds we viewed.

In the skies, where we could kiss,
And make up for all that we missed,
I’m not like them, just a plain old soul,
Pretending to be human, to fit the role.

I long to be in nature’s embrace,
Let its beauty, restore me to grace,
The hills and valleys, renew my spirit,
And wash away my sorrows, I hope to inherit.

May the sun’s rays and the gentle breeze,
Bring back my smile, and put my mind at ease,
Oh, how I yearn to be one with nature,
And find my true self in its gentle nurture.

In its embrace, I’ll find my place,
And leave behind the human race.

:: 04.27.2023 ::

Within fiery brilliance, love burns true,
Casting all shadows away into oblivion,
The only One, the only True,
Magnificence of trade, essence of fusion.

Finesse of soul and heart,
Is what Creativity imparts,
A dance of colors, a symphony of sound,
In its embrace, our true selves are found.

As passion ignites and dreams take flight,
In the tapestry of life, we weave our light,
The celestial canvas, painted anew,
With every stroke, a love that’s true.

In the depths of darkness, love’s beacon shines,
Guiding us home, through space and time,
And as we journey, hand in hand,
Within fiery brilliance, forever we’ll stand.

:: 04.27.2023 ::

In the chaos of life’s grand parade, amidst the cacophony of hearts that plead and pray, there’s a question whispered in the shadowed corners, seeking solace from the day.

Who’ll rescue the essence, the spirit that fades, as we journey through the charade?

With every step in the masquerade, we seek validation, craving applause from the nameless crowd, lost in the web of illusions, where whispers and deceit seem to ring so loud.

In search of salvation, our weary souls wander, to find the one who’ll release the shroud.

Through the alleys of avarice and the realms of desire, our spirits become tainted with sin, y et we hold on to the dream that one day, our redemption will begin.

A savior, a beacon, a light in the darkness, to cleanse the stains deep within.

But the truth lies hidden in plain sight, for the answers we seek dwell in our hearts, in the depths of our souls, the echoes of redemption, where salvation’s journey starts.

For it is we who must save ourselves, in the stillness of our silent prayers, to rise above the fray, break free from the chains, and ascend the celestial stairs.

So embrace the truth, the wisdom inside, that we are both the question and the key, to unlock the mysteries of existence and restore the balance, so our souls can be free.

For within each of us, there’s a hero, a healer, a savior waiting to emerge,

To guide us through the tempest, to restore the light, as our spirits yearn to converge.

:: 04.26.2023 ::