The book
I’ll let the photo speak for itself.
I’ll let the photo speak for itself.
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…
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…
Go buy it on Amazon now! 101 Days: In no particular order
Sometimes you’re right where the Universe places you and other times you find your self lost. Regardless of where you are the path you take will eventually lead you back to where you need to be and to your true self. Your soul is covered in Xs where you thought found treasure and each X…
The pain that I bury deep inside burns Sometimes I feel like my soul is living Hell just living in my flesh I’m finally coming home This road I’ve walked, that I’ve been walking is where I’m meant to be but fuck it’s hard sometimes I’ve slept on concrete floors, broken bread with strangers, and…
I gotta deal with this conflict Inside it’s killing me In my sleep it bothers me Haunts me like a fucking ghost Crawling threw my mind like worms No sheep to count Sweating heavy in my sheets I see images of times that I know nothing about It kills me and I can’t wake up …
It’s just a couple of minutes at the Oregon Coast we shot with our GoPro. It’s pretty peaceful.
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…
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…
