Sunday, December 7, 2014

Nothing like a night alone in Downtown Denver to remind you that the patriarchy is alive and well and still, in fact, a dirtbag.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

stalling

M: "I love you."
J: "I love YouTube."

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

seemed appropriate

some stars are being ghosts
so far, they've spent most of their time
learning how to shine
my heart is getting close:
try hard to keep her in line
tell her to beat in time.

sometimes that little box skips a
   beat
always seems to happen when youre with me.
sometimes that little box skips a
       beat
if this isn't the life, then what could it be?

for billions of years, some atoms drifted through space.
at some point, they
came together to form your pretty face.
i've been staring at the contellations,
wondering which one of them you came from.

most of our universe is made up of nothing,
so what a beautiful thing that we are here,
and capable of loving.

i will write down every word,
tag them onto every wall,
so when we vanish from this earth
love will carry on.



Thursday, September 25, 2014

a couple of trees fill their lungs
 sigh, standing in the park.
one grows toward the sun,
the other one likes the dark.

these leaves used to be so young
for half a hundred years they've hung
yellowed blades fall off their tongues
waving farewells to the bark

years and seasons lost and won,
merely days, but the best one:
when deep roots underground first touched;
warmer nights in winter's dark.

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

for billions of years some atoms drifted through space.
at some point, they came together to form your pretty face.

Thursday, September 18, 2014

true blue moon

(from August 21st, 2013)

on the last true blue moon i hardly knew you,
built a wall to harden my chest;
best way to keep the dogs out:
trust your senses, question fences.

nightly i pressed hearts in journals
 Fall tested the trees once again.
Winter quests with narrow morals
obsessed with ice graves, life condemns.

another blue moon creeps this evening -
summer's shimmer far from dead.
warm nights steal the covers from me
carve the blues into my head.

now and again, you and I, are machines
turning sighs into sweat
we can be the bass, the beat,
the melody stuck inside their heads

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

I know it's been a long time comin',
gettin' goin' down.
Meant to be a long time lover, keep it goin' round.
If you were a tree, honey bee, would you make a sound?
Do you wanna see? Come with me. I think we found it.

Been a lot of highs, lows, soarin' up and fallin' down.
Learnin' how to rise, let go, watch it even out.
Take a deep breath, take a rest, feel your heart pound.
Listen to the wind, to the birds, to the Earth sound.


I think I'm ready to live in the clouds.
Are you coming with me?

You're coming with me.

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Shakespeare: Original Pronunciation


mourn the cattle, praise the beef

mourn the cattle
praise the beef
born to eat
crazed for meat
torn and shattered
blaze and cheat
swore not to tattle
not playin for keeps
floor is scattered
so cage the green
the wars are fatter
yet more discreet
gore and chatter
whore the screens
the world is flatter
frayed and bleak
adore and flatter
and pray for me
blink fuck sleep
repeat

Sunday, September 14, 2014

Friday, July 18, 2014

I really dislike a large percentage of those "# of Reasons Why Srsly Who Gives A F--k" articles that keep popping up in the newsfeed. Don't let some 20-something amateur bloggers govern your approach to the ever-complicating human experience.

Oh wait, I'm a 20-something blogger. Fuck.

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Earth got along just fine for billions of years before humankind. She is the provider of everything we require for a happy existence.

We learned how to create emptiness and pine over it. Imagine problems and fantasize them into monsters. Fear the beasts and spend a short lifetime hoping to slay them -- unrelenting yet completely resistant to one of the greater axioms of the human experience: you are the savage, the demon, the beast.

With your teeth, you will destroy.
And with your hands, you can create.

Love and breathe in the candor of our cyclical universe.

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

It took me 22 years to learn that bad people do good things, but more importantly good people do bad things. Shortly after that, and every day since, I have been fighting to understand what bad is.