A freestyle I wrote in a moment of depression. Writing took my mind of doing anything violent. I do not curse any longer, but that’s how the original poem looks. The past is the past. My present looks amazing.

Thought I could quite, but its harder then people would think.

A poem I wrote about smoking.

She touches my lips
as smoothly as a silken doll
Kissing her again and again
breathing her exuberance in
She’s too dear to me
too dear, I must admit
She is no ordinary glam.

This a poem about the current state of immediacy in the world of facebook, twitter, and cell phones. It’s about the need for answers and the inability to fight progression.

How its affecting my life.

This is a short story where a young boy receives his brother’s recorder in the mail and writes out a interview with a alleged superhero.

Haiku.

I don’t endorse smoking but I do smoke.

A young man’s journey into the abyss and hopelessness of American politics and the degradation and debauchery of how it is a stupid career to put your life into. How he found his true calling in the end in bartending and fighting for a woman in Spain. The glass is always more than half full, it’s just you haven’t finished it.