celeb hate

bids me speak (poem)

stupid ignorant poet fool

you think you have the right to talk of God and Roast Beef?

have you even begun to see the edge of the shape of God?

you are so dumb

while your lips bleed because they are too dry

Jesus Christ is bleeding the price of the world

humiliated as a geek’s chicken

in pain He calls you, promising Knowledge andRoast Beef

and the Love of God, the Father we share with Him

i, too, have no right to talk of God

yet

as is His fashion

He bids me speak 

gnihton

family portraits

two dogs number two

dragon ball wish

don't "waist" your wishes

stay at yours home

you Do No like 
HER STAY AT YOURS
HOME DO NT COME
HERE NO

face rubbings

nothing says i forgot it was father's day like a grass rubbing

the wave

asking me if this is what you think it is won't change the fact that it is, so why ask?

-don't forget to click to zoom-

nightdream (a prose poem)

Nightdream

As she often does in the dark, Sarah sleeps beside my turning mind. A wandering sketch of thought unearths salvation again. All my worries shrink, shrink. I try to grab them, but now they are too small, not even pinpoint stars. The sheets blankets pillowcases are only soft extensions of the darkness, though the room is typically quite real. Like a drug user, I am betrayed by the black terror of God’s eternity. My hands fly out for little troubles (bill argument disappointment—anything) but they only find the ancient braille at the edge. Open to the dark, my fingers feel for the first time words they signed millennia ago. Back when we dreamed of coming to Earth, and smiled straight back at our Father’s face.

Now, as if on cue, the goddess stirs. Inlaid with fire skin and intoxicating human weight, she descends upon me until I long to be in the presence of my family’s dead. I wonder, if only vaguely, what I thought real life was supposed to be like. Her eyes hair fingers transform from daily woman burdened to another part of me, a holy piece. I become woman and man alone. Our walls—so humbly white and bare—are the walls of a mansion, a palace, a temple. I know in the morning I will return to ignorance, so now I let the words escape in even tones: I am this night a god, vested in the burning gems of all future glory.

teeth/eyes

afternoon out walking (small and big versions)

detail

dark summers

our house begins at the front door
and ends at my late grandma's bed
the perfect moment always passes 
like a tune out of our heads 

but the song that we sing together
is one we have sung here before
i'm safe deep in the knowledge
it's one can sing once more

sarah do you remember 
those summers so dark with our evil absurd?
the shadows of those days still sometimes pass over us
like the shadows of sick birds

but i have seen the future 
even though it cannot be seen
it's sleeping right here beside me
dreaming the things you dream

i would say that i'm lucky 
but i know those words aren't the best
i'm afraid i'd be ungrateful
if i didn't admit that i've been blessed

thinking about all the sunshine back then
makes me want to cry
thinking about all we lost back then
cause i refused...all we lost just cause i...

but don't say that we're lucky 
i know those words aren't the best
i'm afraid we'd be ungrateful
if we didn't admit that i've been blessed

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