Ah, the grand distortion, Dystopian happenstance, The facade of exuberance, We glide into the dance, A waltz of illusion, As we step where we are lead, Swept into the mechanism, The lies that we are fed. Thin will make you happy, This is where to be seen, This is trending; go here…

a poem — The cries for help, The screams and pleas, Hide behind sweet pleasantries, How are you? “I’m well, I'm fine,” When in truth I’ve lost my mind, How are you doing? “Oh, I’m okay,” The mind calls out, I’ve lost my way. How are things, how have you been? …

a poem — Despicable and delightful, When opposites do meet, One minute I am docile, Prim, and kind, and sweet, But at the dropping of the hat, Spinning of the dime, I can change into something deranged, Completely blow your mind. In a moment, I want you badly, Next act as if your not…

A poem — If you judge how many times I’ve loved, By counting all the lovers, you will be quite remiss, Just as every star is a sun of its own accord, There is deception in a kiss. I have never been dishonest, casual promises in the dark, I know every man I’ve laid…

Upon the rocks and grass, Scattered sand upon the shore, Throughout the vast oceans, The cries of never more, For within the heart, Their in is what is real, Not atoms bound together, But thoughts and how you feel, The spirit has no age, No gender to reveal, Neither does the soul, So…

A poem — Pray tell me Edgar, When did you realize, That more would respond to pain, The tears welled up in eyes. They ignored the jovial smile, The genuine joy and glee, In favor of the bleeding wounds, The damaged heart inside of me. I don’t speak about my marriage, The triumphs, upon…

A poem and response to Fragmented — I stand before the fallout, All that remains, Of a once whole heart, Of what was once a brain. The organs littered across the field, Each one devoid of use, Each the victims of what we call life, I can offer no excuse. I treated myself poorly, And when I paid…

a poem — Not everything that’s broken, Can always be repaired. Scattered around what remains, When no one else is there. Playing with matches, Atop the bridges you burn, Leaving no ground to stand on, You think that you would learn. Pushing people away, Into your landmine strewn fields, Wonder why no one stays, What your…

a poem — Promises in the midnight hours turn to smoke and ash, I wander about our future, when I cant forget the past. Questions of the broken hearted, unsure where they dwell, Aloft in personal purgatory, or a lonely hell. You said you wouldn’t leave me, yet I worry where you are, Because…