An ongoing commentary about God…

We’re running out of time. A time that seems so trivial to a species who believe they were born of God. And yes, this may be true, I mean obviously. If we were not born of God then what were we born of? Nothing? Even if we were born of nothing, then nothing is our God because nothing created everything. Or some krazy multi-demensional conspiracy? That is quite an amusing thought but let us now think with our super-computerlike brains for a sec.

Don’t Care Long Hair (Lyrics)

the following is a song that has been bleeding in my heart for a long long time… Don’t careLong hair I will wait for you I saw the Son riseAnd the sugar fall I will wait for you

Covid 2020 (Poem)

I don’t care about Covid I already caught it Possibly about a hundred times I may likely have caught it before any of you knew it was a thing… I gave it to my fatherThe baby boomerAnd my 91 year old grandma They didn’t even sweat it… Welp… Maybe my grandma got some diarrhea It […]

Running on Empty (Poem)

I need time to think without being forced to think
I need time to recharge my mind I need time to think about myself for while
Not my selfish self
The one who makes the Earth smile

Going Back to Rehab

I moved back to NYC from CT a year ago. I wanted to go to rehab when I first came back but it wasn’t in the cards. My brain has been running on empty for years now and I can’t take it anymore. Something’s gotta give.

God is Black (Poem)

Why can’t you come to stan
That the Jews were Black
That Kingdom Come Is more than you can stan

Shattered (Poem)

Just because you’re shattered
Don’t mean that you’re broken
You can shatter many bones without breaking a thing

Reap What You Sow (Poem)

If you want a head on a platter Your head is good as they come What you do will come back to you All in all You reap what you sow

Lonely Road (Lyrics)

Lonely Road
Getting lost on the way
I hear you
In the know
99 miles away
Ain’t a doubt along the way
That would make me long for yesterday

Have Mercy (Lyrics)

The birds are in the trappers
And the plastic in the waters
I pray for you
But nothing comes
I’m in too deep