I Seen A Man

[I did not write this...but it was part of an LXD (check it out on Hulu) episode and I absolutely fell in love with it so I wrote it down and decided to post it]

I seen a man.

I seen a man

With the crack of lightning in his feet.

I seen a man who feels the soul through his soles.

But his mind is not laced tightly.

His spirit is twisted

Anchored to will of his surroundings.

I seen a man

And he has a gift.

But beware.

His heart may be callas

And his will heals at nothing

I seen a man

With allusionary razor blades cutting further into his attention span

Unaware of the passing years he has yet to catch up to.

Now he marches into mediocrity with the capacity to be great.

Only his dreams separate him now.

Thoughts that fill the air

Until split ends confuses him of his incite.

I seen a man

Who will rule with the fourth wall clouds his thoughts from his every day persistence.

Required words trying to find one another explore every paths existence.

The existential experiential surrealistic unbalanced potential wakes him up at night

Subconsciously aware of the thoughts that fill the air.

As death falls upon deaf ears,

The color of light turns.

Blind eyes become the seer of light beyond the sight of mortal fear.

I seen a man.

I seen a man.

- LXD (unknown as of yet)

Breath From Within

let your soul breath. four simple words. one simple truth.

we are all so busy trying to figure life out, to figure out our purpose, to figure out how to survive in a world that is constantly depleting our lust for life, that we forget what it's actually all about. we are endlessly turning over rocks instead of standing on them to get a better view. we are always trying to get more when we don't even spend the time to appreciate what we have. we are driven...but in the wrong direction. we are always looking outward for the answers when every answer we ever need is in ourselves. in our heart. and in our soul. but we are so busy caging up those answers because we are afraid of them and we don't believe they exist in our cockfight reality.

but they do.

when is the last time you stood alone with nature and listened to peace resting in the breeze? when is the last time you took a second to stare at the intricacies of a flower as it bloomed in the sunshine? when is the last time you just spent a moment with yourself without worrying about anyone or anything else?

your soul is that flower yearning to bask in the suns gentle rays. it is that peace pining to rest its weary self in the wind. it is the part of you that exists beyond this world. you just have to trust it. trust yourself. and let. your soul. breath.

New Ink

The step sis and I got matching tats. Well...she was a poon and got it on her arm but they are the same thing. Shel is the man and the giving tree has always been one of those books that speaks to you no matter your age.

7 lbs 6 oz

I remember the first day I held you. Your squishy little body delicately folded in my clumsy arms. I thought I was going to break you. But, you looked up at me with such trust, like you knew that your tiny pattering heart was, from this point on, forever connected with mine. My kindred spirit; my saving grace. Your guileless giggle caressed my ears and wrapped me in a blanket of innocence. A smile broke across my face. You were seeing everything for the first time...and so was I. I saw the whole world in your baby blue eyes. I heard the secrets of the wind in your worldless mumbles. And I felt an irreprable eruption of love in my once forsaken heart. With one sweet touch, you changed my world from a wasteland of crumpled efforts to a blank page of possiblilites. And for that, I am forever in your debt.

Grown Ups Lie

I had set my alarm the night before. Twice. I wanted to make sure I would be up with the sun because that was prime morning dew time. The anticipation that was burbling through my tiny six-year-old body woke me minutes before the chime of my alarm clock had the chance. As the sleepy sun peaked over the mountains, I jolted out of bed and clambered out of the house throwing myself face first onto the freshly dewed lawn.
I squeezed my eyes shut and shoved my freckled face into the grass, swiping it back and forth until I couldn't hold my breath anymore. Satisfied with my efforts, I tore myself off the ground and bolted into the bathroom, like a dog after a bone, to see if it worked. As my eyes met my reflection my heart sank to a depth it had never felt before. Disappointment? Confusion? Anger? At six years old, I honestly didn't have a word for how betrayed I felt.
I had done everything just like he had told me to do...but my freckles were still relentlessly splattered across my tanned cheeks showing no promise of disappearing. Did I do it wrong? Did I not do it enough?
As I stood there in dismay with my eyes locked on the mirror a rumble of laughter rolled through the room. I slowly turned to find my parents leaning in the kitchen door frame looking at me with pitiful humor dancing in their eyes. What was so funny? What was I missing?
It was just a joke, they said. Uncle Rick tricked me. He was lying. I learned a new word that day. Lying. I mean, I had heard it before, but I didn't really understand what it meant. At that very moment I knew one thing for certain. Grown ups lie.

This is Your Brain on Rugby (concussion #4?)

Neverland Exists Between Sleep and Awake

Neverland exists
between your deepest dreams
and impending reality.
the ineffable limbo
that lingers in the realm of the unknown.

but Tinkerbell is dead
and Peter Pan is lost.

happy thoughts

happy thoughts

happy thoughts are all we have
in this limbo of false reality.

happy thoughts will guide you
to that second star.
but the rest is up to you
between sleep and awake.

no fairy dust
no pirates
no mermaids
no wendy
no peter
no mom
no dad

just

happy

thoughts

to guide you home
to Neverland.

incompatible necessity

the lines have been drawn.
the sides have been taken.
dont let the silence fool you.
this is just the quiet before the storm.

a war is lingering on the horizon,
brewing behind clouds of things unsaid.
words slice through the sky,
like bolts of blind lightning
demolishing every fragile bridge,
that once connected their two worlds.

two beating hearts
that yearn to be together.
two fading souls
that stumble in the dark.
two sets of arms
that need each others embrace.
two unwilling people
alone in their own wake.


a two way road swept away
by the tides of unforgiving time.


one wants to be heard.
one wants to be seen.
both are blinded by their own reflection
on the surface of the stormy seas.



the lines have been drawn.
the sides have been taken.
but no one is left standing
to claim righteous victory.

Eyes Wide Shut

If you don't think love exists...you're not looking at the world with your eyes open. Love resides everywhere just waiting to be embraced. But so many people are waiting for it to come knocking on their door, they end up forgetting to invite it to their pity party. Love starts in your own heart. No one is going to put it there for you.

Can I get a moment of silence? (stupid Kindle)