Have I been pushing myself? At what instance do I know that I’m at the metal, where the gears are almost breaking? Do I seek rest with the souls that have given up, yet wear masks of self-assurance? No, I…
Oct 15 2016
Flying too low for the aliens to see
Maybe there is…something, else out there, more eyes or less, to see more or less, than me. Because Lord knows
I’ve missed a lot.
I’ve seen sunsets too much,
But always staring at something else when it rose.
I drag…
Oct 12 2016
10/12/16 She brought me here. A place of learning. With others,...
10/12/16
She brought me here. A place of learning. With others, just like me, a pool of sharks only hungry for the hunger.
We end the night, after a contemporary concert at smith, after beer, wine, smiles, laughter, stories, history…
Sep 25 2016
a cold metal casing, loaded with nostalgia and timelessness,...
a cold metal casing, loaded with nostalgia and timelessness, went from the chamber to my brain after a bang that was too quiet to be real. I guess it’s something about vacation that gets me; the suspension of life to…
Sep 9 2016
do you remember the way they wrapped around you(?), skin giving...
do you remember the way they wrapped around you(?), skin giving into the fabric’s demand, the color like some 90’s dream, that I’d die in, if only God, or you, would let me.
baby you gave me life
I was…
Sep 7 2016
lately, population like conversation, few and far between....
lately, population like conversation, few and far between. I’m with all the ghosts I’ve put together, and now they are taking me apart. my album has been done, waiting at the stables, teeth starting to show, almost foaming at the…
Feb 25 2016
inside the word "forgive"
there must be a thousand, maybe more,
angels, or demons,
or some twisted thing between
that take all the aching, the anger and curses, the moments in darkness that swim in sin and deceit,
that take the weight of forgiveness…
Feb 15 2016
AC VENT / 2/15/16 11:53 AM
I don’t owe nothin to no one. I owe all this to myself. legacy breathes because I do. these hands were made for work, my voice made to lift a thousand thousand thousand souls. if they ain’t ready, they will…
Feb 10 2016
GHOST ALIVE / 2/10/16 7:22 PM
her name just showed up in my junk mail. I thought of all the things I’d love to hear from her. I thought that her silence is worse than a curse aimed at my head. I thought that sometimes I…
Feb 10 2016
sleepless work 2/10/16 2:39AM
I can’t sleep. I asked myself if I believe in myself. if I believe I’ll be on a stage one day in front of thousands, giving them the feeling through my music that so many others have given me. I’m…