Letter to the Young…

                              One day, this world will break you and when it does you will never be ready you will never be mended and you will cease to believe; in life, love, faith, family, god, in everything, although you may never admit […]

Beggar at the Gates

  I dance with my despair I kiss my suffering mouth to mouth Lips wet with saliva and tears sweat and strain Do not let my stutter depart from me I limp because I have wrestled I have striven with “God” and men and have prevailed Disjointed and crippled, I am whole I am laughing […]

Smokestack

I just recently finished reading a book my therapist ‘prescribed’ to me; Healing Your Emotional Self. I won’t go into too much regarding its content here. I’m planning on writing a post regarding a few thoughts, considerations, and critiques of what I found in the text. Overall, however, I though the book was helpful and informative. As I […]

Night Shift

Here’s another poem I’ve been working on. It still needs work but, let me know what you think.   With each new day I awake to the dawning of a brand new yesterday. Tomorrow never arrives. No hope on the horizon, just the eternal recurrence of all that has already been. I am haunted by […]

Blessed are the Angry…

This is a new poem. It’s still a work in progress. I’m still tweeking it but, I thought I’d post it anyway. I’d love to hear your thoughts, suggestions, or critiques. Enjoy!   Blessed are the angry, for now that God is dead vengeance shall be ours. We shall rise up and revolt in resistance […]

A Centerless Mandala…

There is no quiet at my center. There is no calm at my core. There is no peace in my being.  I am inundated by anguish and turmoil. Chaos permeates to the very marrow of my bones and it cannot be silenced… In the tumult of where I am found there is no space, no […]

A Prayer of Perhaps ( To the God I Don’t Believe In)

I pray to you…but, who is the “you” to whom I pray? Who are “you”? Perhaps I pray to no one that isn’t so hard to believe. Infinite pages could be filled by the desperate cries and the wounded words shouted to an empty sky. Perhaps I pray to myself, as I’m sure Feuerbach would […]

In the End of the Beginning: Beginning to Begin Again: A Post-Modern Myth of Creation

In the beginning, when only nothingness prevailed and the world lay brooding and unshapen, the sky hung low and the waters depths knew no bounds, God sat silent and motionless. Yet, from out of the darkness, refusing to remain silent amidst the blackness of the world, the sun, moon, and stars sang out in radiance, […]

The Prayer of the Wounded…

God, if you are there, come among us. …if you are not… May we be found faithful in the wake of your memory. May we give raise to song in the remnant of the Event. May we be found mournfully joyous in the knowledge of who we must now become, The answer to each other’s […]