For Manics Who Can’t Sleep c.2005


Many are manic either in concubine in street psychewards where they find no peace believe in dreams impossible to reach God bless the manics let them find solace in their dreams For I once was and still am manic and believe it to be a strain on the brain that nobody sees to believe in […]

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Breaking the block


free prose here we go, its been a little since i wrote so i want you all to know that I haven’t gone anywhere just picking up the pieces of a small house a mind that drowned in smoke and out for fresh air i wrote a song the other day i do it all […]

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seriously 30? seriously?


Wow. I am turning thirty. Thirty. It’s like a mix of party of five and thirty something. It’s like the teenage mutant ninja turtles are in the infirmary and there is not much time left. Only yesterday did I cut my Vanilla Ice haircut. I still have a tan line from my slap bracelet. I […]

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Poetic Justice


Water is the voice of the earth. When she sings in my heart, my muse tells me to sing a song, to write a book, to shape my mind, to clean out my closet, to feel out the darkness, and make it brood like a monster. I may not understand, where I am. Where I […]

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Prosa


I talked to you today, i sounded dumb my voice ugly, my strong arm, loose my mind, melted my soul signing dotted lines the truth is I miss you because you are a friend someone who reads Pablo Nuruda and fights for civil rights I am not alone in this world where trees groan, and […]

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