see

I want people to see the world through my eyes
I want them to feel how I feel sometimes
To show them the beauty
To show them the sadness
I want to get these things out
Things I can't express
I don't know how
The trees
The sky
The small flowers
Heart ache
Love
A smile

Ive felt the evil of man
I know what it is to be evil and to want evil things
I've seen how a man can be evil

But again, i see the sun
And I see the tendrils of ice
I see the dog's hairs and the cat's purr
I see the green of the grass
How deep green it can be sometimes
And how easy it can be to not see that
To see someone crush the flower
It can be awful

I want to show it, I want us to see it
I don't know how i can do that
We all see different things
But I think there can be a time when we see
the same
When that will be I don't know
I only guess, and hope I will be there with
everyone

But for now,
I like to try and take a walk
Through the woods,
or even down my street.

appreciate.

too many things to say

too many things to want

too many things to read

too many things to do

too many things to know

too many things to think

too many things to see

too many things to be

too many things to make

too many things to appreciate.

welcome.

this is my new + selected life

curated for fast + easy enjoyment

you’ll know me inside + out

an experience to “cut through the noise".

Moments from films vol. 1

I

I got a tingly feeling

And floated to the ceiling

When the message came back

I had waited for years

Cycling through my fears

They vanished in a second

II

Your arms were like leather

I’m a pillow of feathers

Bobbing and flopping to sleep

I never touched the ground

Or even heard a sound

But my neck was warm and fuzzy

III

Pauses between what I said

As far apart as our heads

Objects closer than they appear

Eyeball glued to the mirror

She’s far enough to see her

Stubborn cheeks sore from sitting

the DRAGON

ROUGH DRAFT

The dragon might eat my soul

If I leave my tent

I hear his breath

Through the polyester vents

His body flows around me

But he dare not enter

As if he had fetters

Scared of polyester?

I’ve been here as long as I can remember

Eating the lichen and maggots

There’s a pile of my shit

In the corner

At least there are good reads

I’ve even started some philosophy

To shed light on this mystery

About the polyester

I hear his gnashing teeth

My soul he would eat

He would savor me, oh yes

If he could get me out of this tent.

Truthless

1st draft

He used to walk upon the thousand hills

‘Til the day he became truthless

He once drank of the gushing wine

Yet the Spring has dried up

Why does he accept his fate?

As if he had no choice

His faculties are in working order

But there is a missing gear

The hills are but a jaunt up

The wine merely to be tapped

If only his clouds

Would slow their rushing across the sky

A cumulonimbus blocks the light of the sun

That which fed the flourishes of the painter’s brush

The canvas is barren

There are no more worthy ideas

He is truthless.

And he doesn’t know what truth is

All the thousands of words in the thousand books

Cannot discover the mystery

something to think about

Look at this buttercup... I mean really look.

Are you seeing it?

Look at the dog's hairs... There are millions. Little tiny hairs. That make up that face. Are you seeing it? Are you thinking about it? What are you thinking about?