When I’m soft I get lost And forgotten When I’m soft you misunderstand That my folding into you is not weakness, It’s a choice My choice that I reserve to bend, Change And wield I am not yours to manipulate To your own end. I am not soft because there Read more…
On the passing of Muhammed Ali, I wrote this. A King had fallen, it is ok to be sad. I am deeply moved by his life – as we all should be.
When sleep won’t come And your heart won’t rest The world is alive inside of you. Embrace the day, the night, the rain, the stars Marry your souls to the elements Leave your self exposed Allow your mental flesh to be grated away Until there is only the soft soul Read more…
When it’s rough, when we flounder, when the days are grey and there’s sunshine in your eyes. Make Good Art. When there’s war, when you’re raging, when the nights go on forever. Make Good Art. Time is a healer, expression is a journey, art is a salvation. @neilhimself thanks Read more…
I’m looking at you and wondering. Why are you so big? Will I rise to match you? Can I bite down in determination? Nourish me, love me.
Why is it that poetry is abandoned to the world of high brow education? Why is it special? More special than a film or a song? Why is it more considered, more laborious, why is it not part of the language of out everyday? Poetry is an expression, just like Read more…