Category Poetry

Started writing lyrics and poetry when I was 15 because it was the only place I felt free to say whatever I wanted. Been doing it since then. No rules. Only words on a sea of white like blood on snow. This is me at my most real, raw, and unfiltered. Like a wounded animal crawling back to his wonderland cave. My poetry is a trace of blood for others to follow. Nowhere to hide except here and now.

babies

we all used to be babies big fat hollywood babies screaming and gurgling laughing at beauty waiting for our lives to begin many decades into it still waiting still screaming still laughing but beauty has changed it has somehow become…

DODGE

there’s an ongoing crisis in every country I know forest fires, wars, famine avalanches, corrupt governments depression and homelessness a crisis of meaning a crisis of faith the modern society is crumbling the empire is on its knees empire of…

chance

Sometimes you can see The truths of life On a street wall Perhaps you are waiting For a bus in the cold But you like the feeling of Music playing in your ears As you walk and process All the…

untitled

Tired of running around With all my stuff Getting cold out there And i got no winter clothes   WE CANT CHANGE THE WORLD BUT WE CAN MAKE IT BETTER THE WORLD IS CHANGING ANYWAYS WHETHER WE LIKE IT OR…

SNOWGLOBE

Thank you for All this For all the Ones That feel it, that allow it That welcome it, All of it To heal the hurts To ease the landings From the highs and lows And our days of youth Of…

Captions

I need a haircut. Say what cannot be said Pray to the dead gods Living in your head For a moment’s victory Enjoy it while it lasts What the

saskatchewan

I’ve never been to saskatchewan but finding new lows in old highs would be kinda nice to get some sunshine

fame grift

becoming a famous musician  is the ultimate grift then you can go to rehab with all the other celebs complain about the paparazzi  and all the critics god forbid

AGAIN

AGAIN connection on command but it gets complicated when you make a mess all your works of art covered in blood and guts this was supposed to go smoothly drag the body out and hurt your back as you shove…