I desire new landscapes to mix new combinations of words to speak languages I don’t know a little like tongues, maybe but defining life lung breathing and sighing an assault to my senses bleeding out beauty I will play with words until I die and maybe someday they will serve me the right way but Continue reading

these words excavate cracked foundations of pride ready to crumble under the slightest tremor of failure worms inching their way across rotting motives well-loved corpses of hidden fallacies Yet it also unearths A well of life for a  boy from a village in Uganda overcrowded saplings of hope fighting for sun rays to be relocated Continue reading

(A Song for 2010) I’d rather run forward knowing i will probably trip and fall I’d rather take a massive bite out of life                                                               Continue reading

If I had words to line up in a row I’d take dust and turn it to gold I’d cover dirt in snow If I could spell the way I see the world the light, the room, the girl floating over all the empty wasted noise If I could now I would now tell you Continue reading

(insert creative tune to these lyrics) Step outside and see everything about today is new Open your eyes and be everything you’ve always wanted And know the only way is to risk getting broken, getting lost and in the end you’ll say you’re whole and it was worth the cost So stomp on fear and Continue reading

I’ve had this idea for awhile to take some of my poems and make them into short videos. I have things I wanna film, but I haven’t got around to it yet, so this is the beginning. Continue reading

and so the stone is rolled away from my heart and now it’s pink flesh and so the time line goes on and on and so the wind comes through twigs and bones and leaves and muscles form “where, o death, is your sting?” is the new song that I sing and so tears become Continue reading

I am tired of standing like a tired soldier, guarding these stones I am tired of marching to get in shape for a war that’s already been won I am tired of trying to shove beings into a mold Tired of all rocks I’ve been trying to hold I am sick from eating rotten worm-filled Continue reading

you were knit together for a beautiful purpose you’ve been through so much since you arrived on this planet a long journey of living and losing and winning and hurting and loving and now, living in redemption no one believes your real age because you continue to be young inside you were the nicest whale Continue reading

I will not cannot must not return to holding those prison bars Instead I will continue to hold your hand as you teach me the moves to this dance of abundant life and for a moment i forget my clumsy feet I forget the imaginary crowd of judging eyes I forget there ever was such Continue reading