I grew up. I realized

Dear Diary: My handwriting changes in every stroke I dance onto the page in interpretive technique. Strange this! Is this part of growing up? Is this an epiphany? Enlightenment seems too poignant a word to use in this realization of sorts. See as I write I…I grew up. I realized: Dumbledore left Harry in an…

I name you all that I am

“In the solitude of my cells I forged faith and a heady mass of conscious into being. Tirelessly I sewed marrow and fictions of the ideal into the fabric of your form. I fleshed you out in the grandeur of my thoughts. You would be my crowning jewel. Age came knocking and you twisted and…

The Fatal Illusion

Here comes sufficient intensity. See the sentiment that becomes something so much more durable.   OW NO! This is not a violent motivator   You dance like you want to be watched. I dance like I want to be felt.   So I see the color of your eyes and beauty is rewritten to mean…

In memory of Bear [R.I.P]

Isn’t that always the plight of beautiful things?  “They chased after you with their cruel, ignorant words Wanted to bind you up and put you in their jars Just another marvelous beast captured Another pretty creature broken, but still alive, just barely But you wouldn’t have it When they jabbed at you with their sharp…

I want the universe

“I want to consume the world. Delve into her nuances Painstakingly lure complacent stars into wide unfathomable zones. I want to feed this earth her pleasures Fatten her up I want her to sweat that sweet nectar through her pores I want to slice open the belly of the beast Watch the essence of life…

I said to Mama I said

I said to Mama I said I wanna orbit the moon. Mama always told me I’d master the galaxy. I said to her: “Mama I wanna be a connoisseur”. She said you are the flavor of life. Mama asked me “Baby, what do you wanna be?” I said Mama I wanna be me. She told…

I am special. Specially in limbo

I’m special. The kind of special that is housed in asylums The kind that flitters in and out of your life like a butterfly at the edge of your peripheral I’m the special that paints The Starry Night The Freemasonry special that founds contemporary civilization While identified, evaluated, influenced and modified, my special remains stoic…

The expectations we live with & decimate

I’m not the only kid  who grew up this way surrounded by people who used to say  that rhyme about sticks and stones  as if broken bones hurt more than the names we got called and we got called them all so we grew up believing no one would ever fall in love with us that we’d…

The day worth dying for

Fall and rise again Let boy become man Baby girl, rise this day. Come what may We strive and we push and pray Muscles taunt with anxiety Stretch to form, beauty captivated, owned. Blood and soil Let what we live for be etched and carved To be remembered, read and strewn On the banks of…

New York – City of my Fantasy

My dearest love My sweet I promise never to glance at another lest you grant me you in excess. I am tormented by thoughts of you,you walk into my dreams,filled with vigor and beauty and depravity,pleasure oozing from your loins,clothed in daggered grains of broken thoughts and roads less traveled. I beg of you,sweet you,wonderful…