I’m buying a 4 dollar coffee in the hotel lobby of the Hyatt fucking Regency Using money provided by the organization sponsoring this whole excursion, Carrying no cash, Attending a conference on working with youth experiencing homelessness. I only exist in this opportunity because once, I slept on the streets. Once, I knew the uncertainty… Continue reading Houston Hyatt
Category: Poetry
For Lebanon… again
I wrote about this once, years ago Foolishly, perhaps youthfully, I thought I wouldn't have to revisit the aching void, The sorrow and hopelessness, yet I find myself again trying to make beautiful devastation. It is so much worse this time, no personal losses, no family in pain, but real, true terror, walking hand… Continue reading For Lebanon… again
Dear Austin
Austin, you're breaking my heart, with your too cool attitude. You're becoming that boy from high school, You remember, the slicked-back, smoke-sleeved, dreamy-eyed boy, who dreamed of throwing the pig skin. The boy who sat in the back of the class, Who knew every answer. We met, we danced, we did way too many drugs,… Continue reading Dear Austin
Rapunzel
Sleep? Yeah, sleep sounds like a good idea, but at 20 I am counting down to 21 and reflecting on what I know... Absolutly nothing It's funny, Cuz at 10 I was the center of my mom's universe and 15 I was the center of everyone's universe, at 19 he was the center of my… Continue reading Rapunzel
home
this piece is 3 yrs old The lightning crashed in front of me as I was listening to music that took me home Home, The one place I would go if I knew where to find it, But now I realize I will only ever find home, in my own mind That home lies in… Continue reading home
life today
I'm stoned, And that's ok, because I love Jesus. How's that for issues? And I just wanted to make sense of it all, Capture it all on paper, But you can't, Because it doesn't make any sense. Not in the real world, Not in stoner speak, And for heaven's sake, don't try to grasp it… Continue reading life today
pretty woman
You know, All I ever wanted, when I was 8 years old, Was to be Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman- Minus that whole hooker thing, But at that age I didn't understand that concept, But I understood that love, And I wanted to be rescued. My life wasn't too bad, I mean, Yeah my dad… Continue reading pretty woman
stoner truths
Pain isn't pretty, And you will never have to be as good as anyone else, So long as you are as good as yourself. And when all is said and done, It comes down to being real, True to yourself, and if you find one, true to your God. See, that's the key. The answers… Continue reading stoner truths
crickets
I wish the crickets weren't so loud, Their constant song mocking me, daunting me in my lonliness. I wish I was dancing, my limbs moving in rythm with the heartbeat, yet here I sit alone in a stairwell. And there's always somewhere to go, Afterall I'm not homeless, just houseless LAcking the 4 walls and… Continue reading crickets
RIP Mat
blank pages echo my voiceWhile the skeletal hand of the grim reaper is reaching out to grasp at my heart. total molecular shutdown, the theme has proven itself anticlimactic it's that last chapter that kept you wanting more left you angry with the author suffocating I am choking on his memory and angry angry with… Continue reading RIP Mat