The Snarkadelic Word Smith Awaits the Penguin Whisperer Standing in the dark haze of the alley way. Every breath sends a chilly fog into the night. The stars long since blotted out of the sky by manufactured neon bulbs flickering in their inconsistent rhythms like an erratic heartbeat spooked by unknown sounds and thoughts unchained … Read moreThe Snarkadelic Word Smith Awaits the Penguin Whisperer
Bono Vince Malum Live life in the shade of God, but remember to rekindle your soul. Stick your neck out dear turtle. You can always return to the shell. Spirit is injected into every gift. The gifts always replenish while a life is truly lived. No one soul can hoard all the presents, as we’ve … Read moreBono Vince Malum
Crissy Sometimes zen exists on a deserted beach in a crowded city where once stood heroes of the military variety. Even a place of strife exists for transformation. Peace is always possible. It exists inside the soul. The reminders are everywhere. I wrote this in 2013 while sitting out on Crissy Field in San … Read moreCrissy
Fright Flight Captain, land the plane now. I would, yet I don’t know how. I am sitting here and all alone, beside a chap on his cell phone. My final destination’s home. Captain, land it soon I say, I want to be at home today. I’ve never been in flight before, but this I shall … Read moreFlight Fright
Mother’s Road They gave me a mapkin on the flight, as I dreamt of winding desert highways. We dodged the tumble weasels on old 66. Guardian angels disguised as police watched over our journey through frozen wastelands of ghost towns destroyed, by failing economies and greed gone awry. Beacons of stability in the tourism of … Read moreMother’s Road
The Laundry Prophet I am a broken soul in the laundry mat. Putting love before money ensures riches. Broken vessels and shards of pottery hiking among holy hills while shedding life’s shackles, rediscovering pleasures as if tasted a new. Youthful visions restored. Notoriety is not the object of a game fueled by peace. Ex-Buju burn … Read moreThe Laundry Prophet