Category Archives: poetry

my name is nothing more than syllables to be sung in harmony the peacefulness of a name sung out loud brings tears to my eyes you can hum my name and I will join in the resonance and we will be together you will feel me within you within the vibrations

i hear your voice trembling as you call out my name in the darkness fearful i will not come to your rescue your aid fear not for you need not speak out loud i hear whispers in the silence of the breeze it beckons me to be close to you always

this morning i woke up saying to myself i need a new algorithm i need more of them for the world is changing and i see and hear from a past perspective i need to comprehend how a new generation processes the world around them it’s not the same cloud it’s not even the sameContinue reading “algorithm”

for diversity the university of self the self-creating recreating replicating images of cells of being human my existence primarily depends on life or death the mortality of being alive or the death of my inner structures and functions to daily momentary life i am born in a diversified differentiated manner of being incongruent to othersContinue reading “stand bye”

I’ve motioned to myself to come here from where i belong to whom i want to be in the circus of time circulating pathways across the universe of infinity i like being incongruent i like being without discourse i like not being able to find my way out of a box but i most likelyContinue reading “I’ve motioned”

i’m just an angel oops meant to say angle but never less than an angle with wings flapping them about so, I’m either congruent or obtuse or somewhere in-between or not all over the place in my thought but still have a fixed point from where i started out I’m flatlining without being on aContinue reading “i’m just an angel”

when i write i write with my right hand and think with my left motioning silently in an incongruent sign language sometimes not so silently tapping or thumping as my right-hand pauses and the left has to wait for the right hand to catch up there seems to be a discourse between the left andContinue reading “when i write”

waffle toes i knows the words baffle me it’s absurd to think i would right prose about waffle toes i jest i protest but the view is totally on cue on how it started to be i begins with me wanting to eat not my feet but something warm and soft that had some loftContinue reading “waffle toes”

i am anger i am indecision i am happenstance i am coaxal i am in just i am latitude and circumstance i am possibility and ignored i am in serpentine and fluctuation i am personable and inhospitable i am one one is more than a number it is unity with who ever whomever i choseContinue reading “indefinite”

Simply a Just a place to relax and hold dear to what makes me human without existence For Art has its own purity declaratory in nature, being undenominational I am simply a, just a work of Art