An open letter to those who think/feel (both interchangeable to each other) regret & reflection are superfluous

Marinated thought soup with three handful of letters placed inside a slowly bubbly broth the aroma of finely minced garlic wafts through the small industrious kitchen it’s slowly replaced with the putrid odour of thought corpses on fire these are the pinnacle ones which cause damage to the psyche. Regret does not serve it’s purposeContinue reading “An open letter to those who think/feel (both interchangeable to each other) regret & reflection are superfluous”

An unexpected focused glance of affection

Optics offer an intense gaze eerie when caught thoughts permeate in one’s mind absent of knowledge in quiet corners — warmth of green optics invite adventure Excitement furnishes covert intentions the woman at the counter cannot see the man two tables away from her as the loose strands from the back of her neck moveContinue reading “An unexpected focused glance of affection”

Desperado, I do NOT think so!

Rejection does not elicit rosey emotions growls surface from the bowels of one’s spirit — utter cowardice revealed in the truest intent it’s not toxic masculinity a shared story by a random woman: “he was willing to fuck my body; yet, never allow me to truly love him.” I often ponder what kind of humanContinue reading “Desperado, I do NOT think so!”

The Un of a Myriad of Mundane, Electrifying, and Tethered Things

What kind of anvil has to fall how many tests MUST be laid for humans to literally wake the f@ck up? People willfully ignore what is right in front of them so intentionally — when inward views appear TOO PASSIONATE TOO INTENSE & TOO RESILIENT One rock everyone bashes themselves onto, the question“What am IContinue reading “The Un of a Myriad of Mundane, Electrifying, and Tethered Things”

Anemone: Digital Swiss Army Knife

This morning, the witching hour found a cerebrally restless me devoid of any semblance of energy, listless unable to fast forward the button stuck between bloody pause and rewind do you know how the rage flows STUCK BETWEEN PAUSE/REWIND (Author’s note, now PLAYING on iTunes iLO’s Rewind, the ONLYRewind — I appreciate!) Right… Pause andContinue reading “Anemone: Digital Swiss Army Knife”

Emotions escape their guilded oubliette

Furnished with love completely unaware the well was poisoned an undoing brought from the most intense fear and trepidation Humans are indeed fractured reject the psychic bond for something physical and cheap Hmm, a little shaded illumination lined with darkness trajectories bounce from wave length to wave length Perhaps some tapestry tethers should not beContinue reading “Emotions escape their guilded oubliette”

Merlin’s Mushrooms

Merlin’s presence as a panicle Wizard, throughout the centuries has housed a reputation throughout fantastical words created to inspire and teach what happens when Merlin crumbles in a picosecond in the manner of a worthless woman — his one true mate Nimueh Reckless doesn’t persist frustration peaks; hope is snuffed completely, poof, nonexistent every singleContinue reading “Merlin’s Mushrooms”

Palm vs Willow, and Banyan Explored

Annihilation, induces a verity of sorts, amidst an Enchanted Forest of various trees who offer within themselves, a specific level of foliage, in some instances, these bundles can be classified as familial units of MAGNIFICO Ohana. Some, chaos ensues, slice extract souls from their circle. One million reasons, sometimes it’s completely inconsequential; when the freshlyContinue reading “Palm vs Willow, and Banyan Explored”

Pretzel? Triple twisted roller coaster? Or, a long corkscrew lollipop?

Slice me open my DNA strands will be overtaken by letters, music notes, and plenty of squid ink mystical creatures exist among humans Magique at a caliber to genuinely alleviate pain to ignore trauma, leave it to bleed out and infest others — tethers to ourselves and true desire afford ground ability to crack belowContinue reading “Pretzel? Triple twisted roller coaster? Or, a long corkscrew lollipop?”

I cast my spark into the shadows to illuminate the alley

The darkness of the oubliette echoes its most desperate fear the anxiety, pain, and worthlessness of being deemed inconsequential cast aside, a piece of garbage left discarded on the street corner Let’s mess with that scene a little enter stage right, a massive rain storm — enough to induce freshly fresioa hued toes & socksContinue reading “I cast my spark into the shadows to illuminate the alley”


I am relentlesswhen insecurity persists and hesitation proceeds a warmth ensnares my spirit no man will EVER possess My lips part, cognizant of my chest as inhales and exhales linger a force of nature universal alignment may have shifted for a picosecond Tethers are wonderful things knit interlocked boundaries with the flexibility to enlarge 200Continue reading “Woman”

Torture + Sweet + Verity = FUBAR

Paralyzed how is this possible each word typed looks significantly wrong Each unique thought concealed within itself tightly bound blooms before they unfold Words NEVER fail me a mind heavy complexities enhance the lifespan When the Archer pulls the string to release an arrow, to pierce a formidable accomplice Trajectories, are wonderful only able toContinue reading “Torture + Sweet + Verity = FUBAR”

You’re going to eat my iridescent soul, regurgitate it in a Koi fish tank, full consent will be granted; Um, I don’t think so!

This body sinks into a feather bed as my hands slide across my sides I can feel the textures of the soft lily pads holding me as they mold to the arch of my back one luscious lotus breaks through a mucky travel pathway into the sunlight and surrenders Epic solar flares welcome a proclivityContinue reading “You’re going to eat my iridescent soul, regurgitate it in a Koi fish tank, full consent will be granted; Um, I don’t think so!”

Memories From the Travel Journal of Luke Young

(Haida Gwaii – Near western British Columbia and the islands of Southeast Alaska) Heading northwards through the dense fogThe cigar exhale of a continentShields our ship from sightAs we barrel through icy watersTeeming with ocean lifeIn the realms below the bowline This summer, the summer of 2022, I traveled to southeast Alaska by ship withContinue reading “Memories From the Travel Journal of Luke Young”

An open dialogue between a wolf and his maybe prey

Conversations take place all the time Who will be the predator and prey, for the purpose of this poem let’s twist things around A lone tiny sheep walks in front of a Sigma curious, fearless, and queries“What would you like to do to me?” green eyes immediately focus on this newly sheared sheep not aContinue reading “An open dialogue between a wolf and his maybe prey”