I keep finding myself alone

never far from my home

its in my chest

in my bones

poems rattle out of this shakey cough

without a plot

like if I could talk again,itd start a walk

one that turned into a jog across america

I think it scares us

the people you still cant see

who am I to encouarge me

I still haunt these city streets

like the portrait of an old fool

its as if my love were but a clue

back on my feet again

Its as if I never knew

come/sleep/dance in dreams with me

tell me how to breathe

so I can live again.

Overwhelming thought

Of a whimsical nature

No prophets,only profits for

Pay scales

I kept the change jar rumbling

As if I had something to say

Meet me in my dreams or breathe

Away the days

I think I’m falling asleep

At least I pray

It seems I’m getting more religious

In an indirect way

“Let me witness to you”

Let me see as I’ve seen through

Blue lakes I was born to lose

Maybe my next life will be beautiful

Copper pot eyes and weekends I lost faith

Moon set over the mountains and the bay

But not tonight

The country lay in waste

I feel upstaged/glorious patriotism on display

Discouraged that I could never see things in such ways

I just take people at their word

For what is the world if I can’t hear it

Sing its pain

If I lose humility

Then I am faithless

If I lose humanity

I can become faceless

These words act like a taste of destruction

How one can become misplaced

Yet as a mere act of self preservation

We become innate with not only our actions

But our paces

In spaces i sparkle

Sometimes I’m dim

It all truly depends on the moments in which I live

Aren’t we all but rotating souls

Hell bent on setting goals to feel

Some adaptation of normal

Or anything at all?

As I loose myself

I trust in the fall

These broken bones will keep me

True to my faults

timberwolf blitzer

needed a spritzer and some seltzer water

I imagine them in a garder

what are gender roles anyway?

I think I saw myself in a negative space

some sort of safe zone

stay out of the cancer verse

richard ryder of the poetry.

I wanna go supernova

malpedi and I are sharing our home

which happens to be a bench at the moment

a pinch of magic in the are…another evening at innisfree

a simple love note to boulder

Im getting older

but that dosent mean I cant

always fall in lust

my days are spent in bookstores

& libraries/

life is merely absorbsion .

I keep hoping to find more of myself

in these stories...portions

portraits of my many facades which torture.

I spent the better part of my youth

wrestling with concepts

more so I was afraid to realize them as others truths.

I used to be a muse

then I was missused

so I attempted to do the same...but now I understand these blues.

genetics

circumstance

and kisses from you.

If I was to never win

then I wouldnt understand

how important it is to lose...a wild heart on the loose.

I keep finding myself alone

never far from my home

its in my chest

in my bones

poems rattle out of this shakey cough

without a plot

like if I could talk again,itd start a walk

one that turned into a jog across america

I think it scares us

the people you still cant see

who am I to encouarge me

I still haunt these city streets

like the portrait of an old fool

its as if my love were but a clue

back on my feet again

Its as if I never knew

come/sleep/dance in dreams with me

tell me how to breathe

so I can live again.