Trauma, Mental Health & More!
Hear the cry of your soul yearning for more Slashing against every pore of your core Don’t you see the shadowlands inside Masking the great beyond in the sky? Can’t you see the light behind the lies That once innocent now hides sights? Jump off now to loosen your neck Swear off drugs, all hands... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
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 →
Let's strip ourselves bare layer by layer starting with skin, childhood and prayer: Who are we beneath all we say we are? The soul lives only in the now, like a flash of lightning in the dark of night illuminating all. Talking about identity is like approximating something that exists on another dimension, without having... Continue Reading →
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 →
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
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
ran into your God rough sleeping yesterday
he said his church had turned into a yoga studio
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 