Trying to explain the inexplainable feeling of feeling lost. Haunting me, with a passive persistence The fall crushes the inertia of weightlessness is itself a weight Gravity is an enemy of balance always pull-pushing on our motions Our decisions lay at the mercy of whatever way the winds blowing It’s like…

The trap all humans fall into. — We chase it constantly, with an awe-inspiring consistency, we passionately pursue perfection. We scratch at it in our paintings and rub it out in our scribbles. Our passion for perfection is a disease, of this I’m convinced. …

Time must be so lonely because it’s always running away from us This moment that I’m trying to catch up with I’m just trying to catch my breath The days roll by like a stone down a hill demolishing all my hopes along the slope I haven’t had a…

A tale of love. — We stand, You and I Beneath the umbrella sky like flowers soaking it in Our hearts entwined; alight The rain drops, reign A persistent precipitation of provision Life itself falls dancing between beams Our hands catch fire; alight The cascading light The measuring of time The silhouette of reasons why Our minds alive…

Can it be found? No, seriously, I’m asking for me. — Our shackles are manufactured by the eyes that surround us the people, the communities that stare at us blindly while claiming, Claiming that they see maintaining that they know who we are Who we are meant to be. They claim to know our desires That they know our frames Their claims…

This is about the difficulty of living an honest life. — I take a breath My mind finds the pause button somewhere beneath the mess The scattered thoughts of yesteryears the lost and found of my childhood My breath draws a map across the window A condensed version of my inner-workings I am bones residing in flesh I am the only thing…

A recipe for success as a writer. — If you’d like to make money from the words of your heart I could give you a shell of an instruction manual to reach the masses Just be sure to sign up for my course in the link below I’ve linked my value to empty words I’ve hooked your value with empty carcasses…

A bright story Light, pours in an invisible deluge Particles dance between the shadows caught in the incandescent cadence Shadows bow to pay respect For without light, they can’t exist Light does not ask, The darkness can not refuse It is not the death of shadow But truly it’s womb …

What we think is strength is most often not. — Clenched fists seem to be emblematic of strength and yet I’ve found it easier to fight than open my hands Have you ever questioned why our first response is to fight if that is where we say true strength is required? …