Category Archives: Writing

Nothing Left to Lose: Poverty is Freedom (2013)

     You see that fecal matter on the sidewalk? Take a nice big whiff because that, my friends, is the smell of freedom. We are free to live our lives on our own accord. To succeed or fail based on our own merits. The very essence of what this great country of ours was founded upon.

     I have been homeless and you wouldn’t believe how much better life was. Every morning I was awoken by the beautiful sounds of nature and radiant warmth of the sun. Sleeping on the cool ground and looking up at the universe each night before falling asleep. No responsibility at all. That is how nature intended us to live and live I did.

     Being surrounded by the beauty of nature really allows you to reflect on humanities so called “Progress”.
Are we really making strides in our own evolution? It seems to me that we are really stifling our true nature and defiling the human spirit.
Civilization is for the weak. Human beings where not meant to waste their lives shackled to a cubicle, at a nine to five job for a paltry sum. To survive in the wilderness is for the strong. When was the last time you caught a fish with your bare hands?

     While the rest of us just continue on with our mediocre existence, the homeless seek adventure. They are some of the most interesting types of people you will ever meet. Where else could you go at two in the afternoon and listen to an old war veteran regale you with tales of war?

     To say we have a homeless problem is fallacious. No, we have a Homemore problem. That is, the more homes you have the less connected you are with your roots.
James Cameron, speaking through his character of Jack from the movie Titanic said:

…I got everything I need right here with me. I got air in my lungs, a few blank sheets of paper. I mean, I love waking up in the morning not knowing what’s gonna happen or who I’m gonna meet. Where I’m gonna wind up. Just the other night I was sleeping under a bridge and now here I am on the grandest ship in the world having champagne with you fine people. I figure lifes a gift and I don’t intend on wasting it. You don’t know what hand you’re gonna get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at you. To make each day count.


     You can live your life in a veritable prison or you could enjoy absolute freedom. The choice is up to you.
So why not quit your job, burn down your abode and come join up with the rest of the tramps as we journey off in search of ourselves.
So, as Jack said: Here is to making each day count.

Depression (2008)

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My silent screams, never fading
From my tortured soul, ejaculating
Never free, always waiting
For death to come and ease my pain

When it comes, I will be ready
Nerves clam, feeling steady
Trusty razor at the ready
To free me from my mortal form.

Crimson rain, horizontally fleeing
Taking every fiber of my being
To finally destroy this anguish feeling.
That infects my very core.
One more arm, must go deep
Perchance to dream in endless sleep
Feeling tired, feeling weak
To find myself in defeat
Upon my brow which is beat
With beaded fear, falling upon my cheek
Am I selfish or am I meek?
Arm now heavy, feeling weak
My angst is gone, I feel so alone
Taking a chance and feeling bold
Once flush feeling, now is cold.

Beast Within (2007)

My eyes turn green at the thought of you with him.

My mind races with furry and rational thought quickly dims.

I grow sick at the thought there is anyone better for you then me.

I scream for you, even if it’s only silently.

My passion burns more for you, like a flame in the dark.

The fire within makes me want to smash and tear things apart.

But its when things look dreary and patience wears thin, that your smile soothes the beast within.

Alone (2007)

I sit and stare blankly, at the screen quietly waiting, for a chance to chat with her.

yet, she may never come.

Which leaves me wondering what I done, to distance her from me.

and in that moment of sadness, I re-read our old chats and fill with gladness, that soon she may grace my day with her presence.

and I hope she’ll stay.

Her (2007)

Her long flowing hair cascades down to her shoulders

it shines with the intensity of a star, bright, vibrant and bouncy

her skin, pale like the fresh fallen snow

those rosebud lips, which I yearn to kiss, make me shiver with passion at the very thought of them.

all these features, compliment beautifully by gorgeous. blue eyes, which reflect a beautiful soul, like the ocean reflects the sun

and it is her warmth that radiates through and touches me.

Aftermath (2007)

Parents gather in the masses
Where there children turned to ashes
On top the hill the school in ruins
Haunting Image of evil doings

Now is when things will change
finger pointing. who’s to blame?
what made this child go insane?

Was it Manson?
Was it drugs?
Was it games, or lack of hugs?

What were the signs?
Did they show?
What made his rage fester and grow.
Maybe we may never know

What was it that made him explode
and fill him with strife
And make him want to take a life

What puzzle piece were we missing
Blindly searching, like we’re fishing
It just might have been the students dissin
That gave this young man his mission
Or maybe it was just because no one listened.