Sometimes it’s hard giving up a piece of your soul. It’s where I write from. It’s who I am. Sometimes I give a lot, sometimes just enough but it’s always hard to give the stuff I write a chance to see the light of all of you. It’s like my soul stands naked in the…
I’m just an old fat white dude. What do I know about the Black Lives Matter movement? What do I know about being black and being persecuted for the color of my skin? Well, to be honest not much, but I know more than you might think. I’m a skater and it seems cops hate…
As much as you hate me You hate yourself more You can tell lies and place blame …but blame from the level of your soul That’s where the truth hides You want the world to shine You want love and happiness You toss people aside like trash …you don’t care from the level of your…
The morning air bites crisp on my neck as I sit alone pondering who and what we are My breath visibly displays its truth as it dissipates Everything in life is temporary I listen to the birds chirping Singing songs to melodies, as humans, we will never understand My emotions draw deep as I…
The street is lined in candles and stained in blood Brothers killing brothers Cops killing and being killed Our souls are stained We are all paying for the sins of the past Fingerprints on our soul Hands from the past holding us back We feel comfortable blaming it on guns or race The only privilege…
I grow tired of holding my tongue and gritting my teeth Forced to be the bigger man while they lie and they cheat Sticking to the script while they skip all the scenes Using children as weapons because they fail with their dreams It’s a shame you use the little man to hold against your…
Watch me stand and smile as you scream and yell Watch my eyes as they look at you with kindness and love Watch my head shake as your voice quakes Watch me You hide behind people throwing shade Another prick with no balls You lost something precious You are corroded by failure and envy and…
Alone Starving for life Left foot forward into the Pacific I stand arms over head calling out to the Universe I dance with serendipity through its glorious splendor Covered by a blanket of stars that is serenity Free and alive once again I am blessed in her love
Toujours je vais vous aime she said in her French Canadian accent as she sauntered away Her softly spoken words played softly like music dancing through the lonely corridors of my mind Subtle and assuring She didn’t look back She didn’t hesitate or fumble for words She spoke deliberate and direct All I could see…
