I dwell between the heavens and the subterranean earth, pontificating the nature of reality and the conservative laws of the universe. Trenched in thought, a hole has been carved in my heart, hallowing deeper and deeper, removing any empathetic node I may have conjured in the past. Now the hole is spread throughout the body, like a cancer, eroding the pillars of my structured foundation. I lay in the soil of Mother Earth,...

Clanking, banging, jiggling the rusted bolts, the machine breaks but meanders to the chore Going forth into the forge, the flames melting the gourmets, the tracks baron form the many miles It springs a leak, the oil, the lifeblood spilling on the concrete floor The patina scrap of hardware patched together from the many stockpiles Sweltering steam rising from it’s billowing stacks The brass demands more, faster and more p...

Your world, a neat compact sphere of wool, rolling through this meaningless void. Gathering more and more material, making it denser. Each tightly woven piece of fabric, interlacing and constricting the form. A ball of pure habitual behavior. Years and decades of gravity, hardening the core. Making it almost impossible to penetrate. Then one day, someone comes along and begins to pull on a single strand of cotton. Thus be...

C1…C2…C3… Cervical vertebrate pulling, bones dislodging. Snap! Like a fat leather boot stopping on a bag of Cheetos. Tongue out like a thirsty dog, panting as my eyes escape my skull. I enter an abysmal tunnel, closing in on me. I can hear bells, ringing and ringing, fading into a stagnate buzz. Peace at last, like a steady ocean swell, my vessel rocking gently across an endless blue horizon. My last thought; So this is w...

Morning stiff air flowing through a heap of dense trash, segregating the bygone needles with broken glass pipes. Coiling and cycling by the strong gusts, a garbage and substance whirlwind, revolving the matter of excesses rubbish. Consuming in the wake, a life forgone from civility, inhibited from our perceptions, senses and dialogues. Exiled in plain sight, an afterthought, useless as a fax machine in the 21st century. N...

In an instant, without warning, a feeling of unrelenting suffocation drops in the pit of my stomach. An intense twisting and turning, swirling like a category five hurricane. My breath shortened, gasping, looking for a means of escaping this internal agony. My head aching, pounding, pulsing like an underground rave of unwanted thoughts. To what extent do I deserve this punishment? You may question my morals or ethics, a m...

In my qualms of finishing this comprehensive labor, I ask the mind to not astray. For a cognitive wanderer will find war in the lands of the unknown A slave, trapped in a superficial limbo of mental anguish. Not a thought, but rather a presence of an evil entity. A siren that chants a song of distraction. A song that comforts my confusion. Adhere only to the tune of the progressive ethos The divine, the cosmic mother of o...

The lighthouseThrough the qualm of my sailor’s journey, not one to be found, but rather subjected to the blue presence of an endless horizon. My deck meanders and forks as the high tide sweeps the journeyman into ambiguity. One can find solace in the heart of death, for the sea is mesmerizing and tremendous.A journey beyond scope, beyond end. A sailor must navigate, without a sense of home but rather a sense of hope. The...

Memories We move because we cannot afford to stand still. Life revolves centrically, clashing between one another. Bumping into other lives. We are like pinballs, absorbing every impact. We exist on other people’s worlds for a limited time. Then we disappear like a phantom. These are the transactions that create memories. Memories are everything. It is the same reason why you pay 100 dollars to go to a theme park. The sam...