las vegas poet

What’s real?

I don’t even know what’s real

And what isn’t real anymore

But the scariest part is

Just the simple fact I am even questioning this reality

Probably makes me more in touch with reality than most.

take care of yourself, take care of each other… have no fear. Peace & love. H

your savior

I was not built for the apocalypse

For days like this

For sinking ships

Angry fists

For lying lips

The Judas kiss

The end of innocence

A broken government

For the swarms of locusts

Your savior sent.

The man behind the curtain

The world is simple to you

Isn’t it?

It’s all exactly how it seems

How they say it is

Find your enemy

And knock them down

They’re right next door

Let violence be your voice

Don’t think

Thinking makes you stupid

We’ve got it all figured our now for you

Prick, now you’re safe

And now you’re mine

Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain…

The man behind the curtain

The world is simple to you

Isn’t it?

It’s all exactly how it seems

How they say it is

Find your enemy

And knock them down

They’re right next door

Let violence be your voice

Don’t think

Thinking makes you stupid

We’ve got it all figured our now for you

Prick, now you’re safe

And now you’re mine

Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain…

Gross Sticky Things (a poem)

What if we fall?

Oh Lord, this is hard

The dog barks at every moving thing

One day death will make it past the dog

And through the door

Who will save me

From this mediocre existence

Inside these walls

Where they told me not to move?

Pain and suffering is what you need, girl

Show God what you’re made of

I’m just blood and guts and bones and gross sticky things

And what if I fall?

I’ve got a child to protect

What if death….

Just stop

Know that you’re just a fool

Reality isn’t really real

To believe anything else

Would be foolish.

Tribulation. (A poem)

My bones ache with this knowledge

Of things to come

I pray my body does not betray me

Or worse my mind

There will be moments when I will want to give into

My own insanity

And alas, there are no stars in the sky

And yet no rain

The world is ending

And you, you who think you are so mighty

Are so small in all of this

Yes, the world is ending

What possibly could your threats mean to me now?

The Observer – a poem

The moment

You’ve convinced yourself

You are right

You are in the wrong

Be a dreamer

A lover

A fighter for freedom

A soldier for innocence

You must question your own understanding

The world is riddled with lies

Be an observer

Live with an open mind

And an open heart

And most importantly

Just love.

After dinner Poetry

Every day I wake up

I’m a little bit older

Am I any wiser?

Well that remains to be seen

Every day I wake up

I feel a little bit closer to death

It feels a little bit closer to the end

Some days I wake up

And I think, is this it?

Is this the day I’ve been promised since birth?

Some days my heart is heavy with sorrow

Some days I am terrified

And yet other days I wake up

Praying for all the rage and vengeance

Only God could deliver

Some days I wake up

And I want it all to burn.