What do I need to give? Who do I need to see? My fiery past has led me here But I’m unsure where to go From where I came I have become weary A force unknown whispered I didn’t listen til the whisperin Turned to screamin’ I served my time on gravel roads Sleepin Under heavy rain Nursin physical pain And bottlin mental strain And the lines on my skin Are a little deeper, My fadin hair traded with my youth.

There’s no power. No need to stare at my laptop screen, No desire to scroll my Instagram feed. There’s no power. No feeling of worry coursing through my veins. No feeling of being tied to an electric chain. There’s no power. No fuzz or buzz fluttering round my skin, No thoughts of depression or anxiety flowing in. There’s no power. I lay still in my bed and dream about the strength of isolation, I can feel peace without the overflow of useless information.

It’s Just a Ride — It’s just a ride; why are you nervous? Why do you stress so much in the search for purpose? This ride is a limousine circus. In the end, there is no us. Just you. Not those who loved you, not those who hated you, not those who left you, or let me forget you. It’s just a ride, it may seem…

I’ve learned to block my mind, when they twirl their dime — Screaming politicians, flip a coin on positions, commanding us to listen to their shit. They tell us they won’t quit, that we’ll barely take a hit, only for us to sit, on the fence. It don’t make no sense, how they make dollars from our cents, yet we live to pretend, we don’t see. It may give you grief, when you just wanna be, nothing more than free, or kind.

A Poem about Anthony Bourdain — I saw a boy without a bottom lip Screamin’ at the top of his lungs, for a drop of water. I saw it. And still I went home, and pushed my baby girl on a swing, under the sun. I’ve been on the extremes most of my life, It gave me…

When you’re lost and alone on an empty road, and your feet can’t seem to move, and any hopes of survival seem to be slipping away from you. You twist and turn with every breath, but you still don’t know where your headed yet, because the road ahead looks faded and hazed, and you know you’ve…

A Poem — The world is a casino, the rich always wins. The rats they keep scurrying, while the elite keep them thin. We are forced to swallow our anger, while they top off their gin. When we barge the doors open, they close them shut again.

You won’t see him often he comes out when he’s ready, when the world is a little too still, a little too steady. When he comes, he brings with him chaos my thoughts magnify under the light, until it burns in ember. He runs naked, wide eyed and daring. I’ve witnessed him swat…

Sigh, sigh sometimes It’s okay. Sigh, it means you care Sigh, sigh sometimes It’s alright. Sigh, when things are beyond repair Sigh, sigh sometimes It’s fine. Sigh, when you give all you can share Sigh, sigh sometimes It’s normal. Sigh, when people take more than you can bare Sigh, sigh sometimes It’s good. Sigh, when you move past your despair Sigh, sigh sometimes It’s easy. Sigh, a single breathe is all you spare