Sunday, April 22, 2012


It's contagious, I think
Often, I think
That maybe a little bit
spreads far
and fast

and for the better.

Like a wave
that dies
against the collision
of those jagged rocks -

- no longer a wave;
simply part of the ocean

Friday, April 20, 2012


Answer me this:

a) death
b) life
c) love

And no, there is no all of the above.

Monday, April 16, 2012


Sit by me
And you will see
there is more than one
of me.

Hold my hand
And you will find
I am not the living

But I'd rather fly
than float.

By God,
I've gone.


You have everything
But you don't have anything.

Materials are a formality
And Death an inevitability.

You've got your finger on the trigger,
but Hope is ever devoted.