Cerebus.

“The greatest danger, that of losing one’s own self, may pass on quickly as if it were nothing; every other loss, that of an arm, a leg, five dollars, a wife etc, is sure to be noticed” -Søren Kierkegaard Ever had that feeling you’ve been changing so much so fast? Terrifying isn’t it? It’s hard…

It Seemed Perfect The Concept 

*This is an old poem I found tucked away in one of the  almost decaying  notebooks. Figured it was worth saving * “Come lay with me in the light of dawn, Come watch with me, the story of us, Come see, a beautiful day spawn, The story of us, in the sky full  of stars,…

Shattered World

“The most bizarre idea of our time is a fulfilled youth.” 12.01am; as I sit here listening to the Cloud Atlas Sextet, I cannot help but find myself sinking into a sombre mood. Much like how a homeless man coils himself more and more, trying to hide from the falling raindrops pummeling his cardboard home….

Collateral Beauty

“We are the music-makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams. World-losers and world-forsakers, Upon whom the pale moon gleams; Yet we are the movers and shakers, Of the world forever, it seems.” ― Arthur O’Shaughnessy, Poems of Arthur O’Shaughnessy Of all the things of the…

Disillusioned Minds. Disembodied Spirits.

“Mandy Brandy, Met an end so sandy, She fell off a cliff, Onto a sharp rock so stiff, Her ghost roams the beaches, As she sleeps with the fishes.” I like to write from the perspective of a dying man. That is sometimes the only way I can fully, or at least somewhat wholly understand…

Time Lapse : Genesis

In the grand scheme of things, the universe in all its infinity has only a finite combination of things. This means at one point or another the DNA sequence in your cells, right their in their microscopic hearts pumping cytoplasm around, will have been repeated at least once in the history of the earth. Some…

Okay Is Enough

A gray sky for a gray day, I don’t want it to stay this way, It’s days like these, When my hands tend to freeze, That I wish your hand was in mine, But you’re so far away, I wish I could sublime, And sail the winds to where you are, And plop all over…

Mostly Strings

“I don’t know much about love. How it cures and frees the soul. Makes you whole and all that other stuff.”  Cold. I can feel the peeling paint come alive under the heat of my palms. The rusty roof arches under the weight of my back. I set my weight squarely so the metal doesn’t creak…

Note To Self

“I was all alone, we were young, you were like wine, Heady as the fog rolling in o’er the hillside, Lovely as the song in the air as the wind blows, Opiate as the cold of the frost on the windows, Lo, the rose is gone from my eyes (so deceiving), So my little dove…

Octane Doctrine

Not so long ago, among the ideas racing in my head,was one of those well fed, well  bred ideas descended from a long line of healthy ideas. This idea stood shoulder to shoulder with one of the most ridiculous fish that has ever taken residence in  my thy mental stream- whiskey flavored watermelons. (technically they…

Boyhood Chapter 3: Discovery Channel

“The grass is green in the days of cold, The glass will gleam in the suns of gold, We will speak what we seek, If first we bind what we find, In a box of bones, On a stack of stones, Where do we go, we who wander, Says the goose to the gander, In…

Boyhood Chapter 2: The Inventive Incentive

“In the vast blackness of the Universe, God in His infinite wisdom would pack a finite supply of humor in all the dark corners of the light. Everything is funny, until it’s not”. Warm sun. Cold wind. A staggeringly annoying feeling has taken residence on your lower back and only gets more annoying as it…