You are in the process of self destructing.
You are breaking your hands and arms 

Trying to hang onto someone who doesn’t want you.

Breaking your back

Carrying relationships

That give you little in return.

A Reminder To Make Time.

All you asked was that I called.

“You should come by and check up on us more often.”

You said this but to no avail.

I allowed the workload of life to be my excuse

As if you haven’t experienced it too,

I nodded off the notion that you were becoming frail.

But I knew.

Yet I didn’t visit enough because I knew you’d have me move some furniture again.

I claimed it was “out of the way” and instead drove to see some friends.

Those are things I could never change.

Needless to say,

Death called you before I did.

Natural High.

Sometimes I’ll trade these people for trees
And gravel for dirt beneath my feet

Trade standing in line for wading in ponds

And give up conversations to listen to bird songs.

I can hear the movement of the unknown in the distance.

The stars here glow a little different,

With more purpose.

American Dream

Red is the blood that drips from tortured black bodies and their tormented souls.
White is the privelage and peaceful state of mind.
Blue collar workers discovered power they’re not all responsible enough for. 
This is the American flag I’ve pledged my allegiance to all these years.

“They call it the American Dream because you have to be asleep to believe it” – George Carlin 


The first 60 seconds are peaceful.

Birds sing their song with such carelessness.

The slight breeze calms me.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

I allow my eyes to close as I withdraw from the busyness.

The second 60 seconds brings unease.

The noise I hear envelops me.

The breaths I take no longer steady.

I’ve successfully panicked for no clear reason.

Hunters Refuge

I’ve listened to every love song imaginable. Fantasized about fatherhood and envisioned a family.

I’ve chased this dream and left a trail of ruins.

Seldomly looking back to help the ones I’ve hurt

I’ve tried to love and failed.

But to love, is to be vulnerable 

and vulnerability and I have never seen eye to eye.

I can’t even let people in past a certain surface level.

But you, you could level me with your eyes.

States of Matter

You admitted you were as cold as ice.
You briefly allowed me hold you.

It shocked me a little

You melted on contact with my palm.

You slipped through my fingers

I wasn’t surprised.


I wonder how many crayons I broke in half
attempting to draw the perfect picture.

One that looks so life-like.

Attempting to color you back in my life like

this rainbow never used to be black and white.

I’ve become sketches and outlines.

This plateau used to be alpines.