Almsgiving

 Enter by the backdoor by hopping the fence overgrown     these bricks are gravestones of crimson    you showed me undeserved charity    almsgiving a rarity   but vices are realities buried underground   ankle bracelets waiting to be introduced Then wanton defiance of the occupying army  clinging on hope anchored on a nail of faith  …

Freedom is depressing

One of my youth group members recently wrote that having too much freedom is depressing. He didn't really expand on it too much, but that the idea that you have much freedom is depressing because in actuality you don't. I think we all struggle with this idea of possibility, when the ideal dream world doesn't…

Cloud 6

to contemplate ascension or descension to rise or to fall one must occur before the other if I ascend to a plane without pain or descend to the modest ant, easily incinerated by the magnifier further descend to the mantle, where my grave rests in somber state naught a high class hotel but in my…

the apothecary’s remedy

We sat by the wall of time  and put our finger tips at the cracks  where outlets of water drained down, molding itself to the rough terrain  so empty out all your stories from your storerooms  and your melodramatic ramblings will fall on open ears   I can't wait to see you again   an open…

Untitled

So you think it doesn't matter anymore but the thieves are encroaching on your wheat fields robbing the cradle as it rocks lucidly Thus samsara is ennui as the tide covers you like a snug blanket we are fixated on a certain niche in time a balloon thought exploding, rubbery confetti sprinkled on the ground…

To be living

Isn't it an odd to be livng at all to be dreaming without sleeping to be breathing without thinking to live with the purpose of living how is it to be a human on earth to toil to live on the earth to reproduce, to spread around the earth how is it that I should…

Fires of A different kind

so we try to enliven these stagnant prone waters because the present time isn't worth being present the lanyard roped over necks is constricting these ropes lowering us to the cave don't slip in and fall, the gradual acknowledgment of avalanches and so we resist old man cynicism and we're suffocating fires on our bridges…

a dream

I've decided not to write many posts any more. Just poetry for now. i would assume that our diverget ways are constant and look up to find a bright carousing crowd coming so empty out your pockets of lint depending on our perspective, widening or swallowing these seemingly innoculous pills they will poison your veins,…