Author, Podcaster, Poet, Athlete

My choices are mine.

Who the hell are you to judge?

Friends without identities

smooth soft skin long wavy hair juicy full lips deep dark eyes round perky breasts wide curvy hips everything she touches sighs in relief everywhere she walks there are roses beneath she was my first love, my first warm embrace with her came elegance, she was followed by grace i could do nothing to her but protect, provide, and adore whenever i was with her, i wanted nothing more and yet, at every chance, tribulation tried to berate us she made every moment an experience, no need for hiatus she made life worth living she gave me direction my spirit grew fierce my soul gained erection i wondered if my attraction to her would be thirst but it seemed the queen to be had selected me first

a dirty orange canvas spotted with black holes wearing thick rings white whiskers sense presence but hide sharp fangs so sickening heavy paws tearing at flesh with selfish claws survival is the cause quiet as the wings of an owl direct gaze without pause i know what i want, and it is her i creep closer, inch by inch one large leap from behind the fir i stop short of her, caught in her beauty's cinch her dark eyes greet my drenched pupils and in that moment past the scruples she stretched forth her hand and caressed my cheek and only with her had i been meek she was a princess, and i treated her as such yet the burden it caused would become too much

i protected her well, yet i killed many men i provided for her every need time and time again she demanded attention, every day she needed more and what began as something to adore became something to abhor it wasnt my nature to love humans like this i longed for the hunt the tall trees i now miss i lived in resentment until one day, i struck her i felt instant regret i felt like a sucker i could no longer look in her eyes, let alone be around so i took to the tree tops, far away from the ground what caused me to give up my nature for her nurture? it was her selfish beauty her ill intentions i murmured it was not me at all she mislead me and lied but with each passing scapegoat i was dying inside

come little child, i'll open your eyes discover a world behind eyelids come little child, i'll show you a prize diamonds dull next to its brightness let your eyes grow weary let your mind go bleary

bend and bind, weave and wind the grey pipe knows its path sod and seed, nod and knead the brown vine twists with wrath all the canvas is dotted black all the canvas tricks and tracks

two separate beings intertwine they seem as one, they seem as nine this way that way, here and there rough as dread, smooth as horse's hair what will they become when its all done what will they be when you look and see

a tiny speck in time and space a bigger picture with artful taste a flower blooms, blue light gleams a current travels, bright yellow screams tell me child, do you see it? do you hear it? do you feel it?

the pipes birth wires, the wires grow black they break through the vines, the vines grow back they wrap around the pipes alogside the wires the flowers bloom and multiply, giving birth to blue fires do not worry child, nothing is burned do not worry child, something is learned

take a step back. do you see what forms? they create many oddities. they create many norms take a step back. do you see where you're standing? there's a screen here for viewing. there's paper for planning and then there is you, the rules, and the game and then there is you, the wild, the tame

smell every flower, its velvet aroma touch every vine, absorb its sweet soma listen to the sparks, enjoy their sharp wit watch for the wires, they may grab at your wrists do you feel safe? little child, don't fear do you feel sound? little child, dont tear

open your eyes, here is your world it opposes the reality your mind has unfurled close your eyes, and now you see the electric jungle connects everything tell me child, do you know it? can you prove it? will you show it?

you can ice skate in winter wonderlands you can vibe and dance to summer jams you can run and jump in the autumn leaves you can sing in the rains of an awesome spring the electric jungle will show you how the electric jungle will show you now

feel your heart break when a loved one dies feel your sore face when you have a good cry feel your insecurities when you are rejected feel your impending doom when you are neglected the electric jungle is just and fair the electric jungle can take and share

beware of the angels, for they hide, not show embrace the demons, for they help you grow nothing has started and nothing is done something has something for everyone the electric jungle is reality the electric jungle is totality

You come from behind,

gently wrap your arms 'round me.

Glance into the crowd,

Choosing which ones may know me.

The body needs rest.

The mind also needs its rest.

What is a father?

Ultimate will, or firm love?

do something daily

though others call you crazy

Tiny fragile hands

reaching out to his parent

Fourth quarter, game 6.

The ball is in my hands. Why?

growing up was fun

raising me was a challenge

all i think about

i feel you closer daily

I am the captain

of my dreams, of my nightmares.

I don't memorize

a single one of my poems.

Fun over learning,

another series is binged.