Judging Rage

Look into my world, Hear my words, Swirl with me on the hurricane winds, Tear out my eyes, Eyes, unclean in the turbulance, Destruction looms over volatile hills, Crumbling mountain tops tilt, Georges swallowing me, Into the abyss I swirl, In the turbulent hell, Its swallows me. Violence and shame, Beating me into the ground,…

F*****g Bi-Polar Rage

I have Bi-polar Disorder and there are times like tonight where I suffer from severe rage. It triggers from little things, the most unimportant, trivial, nuances of life. I work so hard to control it. Tonight, I feel about to lose that control. So here I am writing about it, hoping to gain control back and to be the strong man I am.


Ripping heart from chest, Opening memory chest, Running, heart beats hard in chest, Out of breath, done my best.

Lattice… Surprise… Delays!

Were twins in life, Seeing our eyes twisted inside, Learning from paranormal vision, Tide turning, departed from normal means, Slowing down, drop… check back, Turning cheek, slap, sip on that mix, Seeing ghosts, walking down linoleum sided displays, Slowing down, drop… acid mix stereo system explodes, Put it back, drip that drop and follow the…


Sad heart stirs on open flame Cooking down sad daily pain Flares of sparks rise up in hope Extinguished by sad tears

Morning Coffee: #5

I miss my Grandmother dearly. We were never close; but, never too far apart to know we loved each other very much. Her phone calls were short, always to the point. She had strong values and a stronger love for family. She anchored many ships in our family and now I see them adrift as…

Morning Coffee: #4

Sipping coffee, listening to ‘Deep Cuts: A Perfect Circle – EP’ ~ Orestes (Demo) ~. What a perfect start to the morning. The pain still sits deep in my chest about my Grandmother’s passing; but, the sun shines around the darkest clouds. Bits of memories, cardinal birds, snowmen, winter holidays, and many table side dinners….

Morning Coffee: #3 Madre

Sitting quietly by my desk this morning I turned on some easy listening music. Slowly settling into the groove I slid out the construction paper and chalk. Casualy daydreaming about childhood memories of my Madre. I love her and often think of her sweet voice and smile. My beautiful Madre. Your tower was long ago…

Morning Coffee: #2

Goodmorning sunshine, what a wonderful day to smell coffee brewing.  It’s cool outside, almost like having spring in Autumn.  The only shade is my grandmother’s passing.  My heart fills full of shards of glass, each a different emotion.  Some pass easy, while others whittle away the flesh digging deeper until they hit bone.  So, as…

Morning Coffee: #1 ‘Good Grief’

Today was an extremely hard day. Getting out of bed felt like dragging the moon across the sky. Gravity welded me the mattress while the sheets fed themselves around me as a Boa Constrictor would. Welled up inside my chest was a wall holding back the flood of tears. My grandmother passed yesterday and I…