• Black linen

    Black linen

    Black linen 

    Flowers in the garden  

    I’m planning another party

    Wisteria treetops

    Dripping down the branches

    You tell stories and 

    Take chances 

    Will we ever know what romance

    Is again 

    I count on things

    Not people like you 

    Diamond rings 

    Don’t tell the truth 

    Run run baby

    Times ticking on you 

    I know it’s 7pm 

    The free DC protesters gather 

    On the corner of fourth and M

    Every night at this time 

    Didn’t waiver it’s something in them

    The resistance is now

    The realist shit isn’t televised

    I don’t mean to alarm you

    But believe everything’s not all right

    Bet tomorrow it’s raining

    But don’t wager all your savings

    Even if it’s gloomy out

    Life’s still amazing 

  • My Favorite Word

    What’s your favorite word?

    Mine is SOLUTIONS

    Always remember there’s a way

    Collage art
  • The Summer of Edward

    He was my everything:

    Edward on Youtube

    Edward on Instagram

    @edward2scoops on TikTok

  • trashIt’s an old saying:  “80% of being a professional is dressing like one. ”

    The first time I heard it was right after highschool and I remember being surprised at the ‘real world’s’ phoniness.   Ten years later, I still despise business wear but have accepted the importance of  image as absolute truth.   A blazer/suit is the universal symbol for “I’ve got my life together” and signifies a trustworthy, focused individual.

    It’s a big, fake world, and every used car salesman, lawyer, and pyramid scam recruiter dresses accordingly.

  • Have a Baffling New Year

    Have a Baffling New Year

    *a poem from Jan 2020

    20/20

    No choice but to listen

    to the silence of what you say

    BRIDES & GROOMS

    occupied empty rooms,

    lonely in the hallway

    uncaged birds sing to them

    when we said forever

    we meant maybe

    and it’s 3 AM.

    You’re feeling shaky

    what’s done is done.

    Happy new year baby

    I saw you standing there,

    caught in a silent storm,

    floating restlessly in your truest form. You’re just flirting with it

    the fix is no solution

    The fix in the substances

    save your New Year’s resolution

    you look for the door

    Seen you at your worst

    even then it works

    today you’re the same

    January 1st

    the clock resets

    try your best?

    tell them where it hurts.

    These waves are are unrelenting

    if you swim against them

    so stay above the surface

    of this three ring circus

    hindsight can you see

    is 20/20

    you arrived

    showed up

    running off of fumes

    because when the world says NO,

    you hear MAYBE

    I think that you’re a lot

    to love

    happy new year baby

    ran on empty.

    Don’t go all alone

    the world will give you plenty.

    The ground is shaky

    bring me where it takes me.

    The world is a question and

    we’re all trainees,

    following secondhand directions

    Up in the trees

    The roads are rough

    And the maps aren’t cheap

    Life gets harder

    when you wear that armor

    because you can’t get stronger

    on your own.

  • If you’re far away
    This may just work
    I am in love
    With the distance

  • See?

    See?

    Somewhere in the Middle

    how much of me
    is made of machine?
    unfeeling
    still feeling
    something
    while time runs away
    somewhere in the middle
    part of me
    blurs
    I stay
    hanging in there
    still wondering
    what it is that’s missing
    soon as I wake up
    I decide to shut down the day
    i wish I could choose
    the fragments so scattered
    to let go
    or lose
    cause it’s hard
    to play life by life’s own rules
    and impossible to win
    cheating at solitaire
    cant marinate anymore
    depressions so boring
    rage and pain an infection
    no cure yet
    self medicate like Neosporin
    try to find the right balance
    a pendulum swings like clockwork
    time moves
    I want to move with time
    turn pages
    Gone like the Past
    change minds
    Soften the unresolved feeling
    from hard core to Cinemax
  • A fairytale ending

    A fairytale ending

    When will you catch up?

    I gave up on you, and it felt so good

    to be free again

    Don’t believe I didn’t feel your pain

    your pure longing

    your desperation

    I captured it all

    kept it inside of me

    like a live photograph

    I understood every human bone inside

    that kept your black cold heart beating

    that kept your calculating mind

    alive

    but never well enough

    at least when it came

    to me

    if there is anything left

    a spot of integrity perhaps

    I hope you find it

    because there is nothing left

    of us

    I gave you up like chocolate during lent uncomfortable at first forgettable at last

    and when I rise again

    the habit will be dead

  • The Podcast You Didn’t Know Existed

    Basically, I’m putting myself out there and mixing my worlds. Ladies and gentlemen, I have been podcasting. I have a podcast. Would you listen and if you dare- share your thoughts?

    Just click: HereForAReason


    CLICK TO LISTEN TO SOUNDBITES on Instagram
    https://anchor.fm/HereForAReason
  • Did you miss me?