To stay the same While leaves play dress up in the mind What a shame To choose cornfields over winter beach sanding What a waste When one is standing where no one can find.
Mind’s seasoning #poem
Feeling of choice #poem
You run through my neurons like your touch through my veins,what pains me the cure was to abstain again. It sure was your pure heart that taught me to beat my brain,what ways are part of love and which are migraine. From an itch to a soul sprain, I felt no painbut what day I... Continue Reading →
Car crash coloured sky #poem
Pray for the city shining through puddles Soaking my parka and pizza and soul Say this pilgrim expects cuddles After a long and weary walk home. Traffic lights in bloom, they stop, I run A jungle of fluorescent smog my goal Home is where there is no sun Only traffic and a commune of moles.... Continue Reading →
A brain storm on the meaning of life
The buddha says suffering is inevitableBut meaning is today’s holy grail. We don't see the forest from all the trees. We are alive. Why? Because our body is capable of consciousness. Why? Because the body gets food and water every day and sleeps regularly. Why? The body is living in an environment that supplies what... Continue Reading →
The solution to the climate crisis #poem
I watch the planet burn from my couch and dream of summer lakes Now dried up while my tear ducts act up I long for the vastness of mountains once white The waking to birds chirping and fighting on the roof Now I cry fifty shades of concrete and walls burning my cheeks on... Continue Reading →
My kind of magic (hint you’re it)
My new reality is stringed together by moments of connectivity and self-care. I search for these gems amid the crowd in gigs, on a protest with strangers, in the eyes of my pets. I feel my endorphins dancing when hearing my friends voice, and I am addicted to it. I choose them especially when I... Continue Reading →
For the love of #poem
On the days when my friends all cancel or its my turn my fridge is empty and my mood more so i wish i'd rather be in church No holy water ever touched my head No saintly seizure my brain Yet here I sit and talk of God And drip his wine into my vein
The river in my lymbic system #poem
Veins form crosses on my forehead Count them on me after church Tummy rumbles for lessons so morbid Sinners can't help to search So I sit down for sermons and bow with praise because I've learned of hearts bruised since I've met slumber in delay for I've known bodies used
Hellbent #poem
ran into your God rough sleeping yesterday
he said his church had turned into a yoga studio
Manicfestation #poem
a wide grey canvas clouds my eyes wall of pine trees stretching high in between, a stone sits shy peel off moss: here he lies rotten bouquet sprouting flies joined by you and me and sky flecks of blackbirds passing by breathe out desperate, inhale wide cold fresh air and specks of light any ghosts... Continue Reading →
Reparent Your Soul 