Sometimes I Forget 

I often forget myself  Lost in thought Sometimes I forget about all the bullshit we’ve gone through to get here I still lose my breath when I see you Every fucking time My blood rushes to my head My heart pounds I forget about all those fucked up shit my inner demons tell me When…

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This is my journey

  When I started this journey, my journey, I was lost The paths I walked were often dark with small glimpses of light from the sun My sons Anger and anxiety were a way of life A way to draw my attention away from the pain Pain I caused myself I bought into the anger…

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@MarquesHalo #MystechMovement

My new anchor bracelet from @mystech_movement (Instagram) I like the idea that the 7.83 Hz is refereed to as “The Earth breathing” and when you hear the tone itself it sounds much like the Om: also the Yes!, the song of the Universe,the infinite, the all encompassing, the truth, and many others. My favorite was…

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Let's spread some love

…and end abuse. Now! hashtag it #bluepinwheel  Use this banner. Don’t worry about crediting me. Just spread the word.  Speak up for someone who doesn’t have a voice!    

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Live in it

I stand before you My life naked to the world The king of squandered potential The leper you created to frighten yourself Stories you tell to frighten small children The same children you beat and rape Hiding in the shadows of your mind I live rent free  Leaping out to the sounds of silence  …but…

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Walking the River 

Somewhere Sometimes   I walk Deep inside my mind  My heart open to the Universe  To ideas  Ideas of being a better man and you are right by my side My love Guiding me along the river of my own chakras Freeing my ego  Melting the ice that surrounds my passion  Leading beside the still waters …

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Under a Blood Red Moon

Under a blood red moon my heart falls into submission under your gaze Your hand leading mine along your curves Your bare flesh cold to the touch Warmed by my wandering hands My lips parting yours as my tongue unleashes hidden treasures  Under a blood red moon on a blanket we discover a new universe…

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An essay on sadness

Some days I want to sit and cry I’m not sad I’m not sure what I am My heart is at peace As peace as it can be When my anxiety doesn’t take hold of the wheel anyway Even then I’m not sad I don’t know what I am I am Something else Someone else…

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