Beautiful faces

All through the beautiful places

Smiling eyes

Gleaming stories of life

Something about your magical muse takes me away to a sweet paradise

And I’m falling in love

But this time there is no pain

No suffering madness

No broken vessels or veins

Horizontal in motion

Right on the track that I ride

And I’m falling in love with you right by my side

The air – light and fresh

As the wind hits my face

Through my hair – breezy caress

I feel love all over the place

That when must I return

From my coach to a pumpkin

And my slippers are gone

Back to roaches and bumpkins

May you stay in heart

So that I shall return

Back home to fresh starts

As I continue to churn

Last phase of healing those burns

From the lessons I’ve learned

As far as I am concerned

Unraveling knots from happiness is the fruit I have earned

From the past that I’ve suffered

No more painful entrapment

In the discovery of knowing where I belong as it resonates with the entire frequency of my truest soul


Sweet Apple Cider Vinegar

The night was as young as we were

In my car shining underneath the streetlights

Your eyes entranced mine like the stars and they were beautiful because I felt the youth of your happiness and excitement connect to mine

It was fresh and new and I felt you and everything you spoke to me; it was so real and felt so free

Even though we no longer speak of this I know that you’ll never forget the magic of our memory

And you’ve gone away but you always come back through all the storms and everything between cycles of love and pain

It was the curse of such betrayal from the moment that you bit into the bitter fruit laced with venom from the snake hidden in the shadows lurking in my space – a friend – or so I thought – because I trusted him – but wanted you – and so you took the bait – as predators do what they do – and I never knew if you knew how much I really wanted you

So beyond the curse of this poison, you had fled the scene and returned by the deliverance of recurring sources that came to use you as a device to compensate for their emptiness and flaunt you in my face – as the jealous will do

And you didn’t know me but you really knew

As we discovered the underlying truth

But this time was very different and we were not the same

As we have suffered loss and pain

But I was with you still because I knew how it felt to be abandoned by the love that I had

Even if it was for one night it felt like a lifetime to me

It never had to be this complicated but the best things in life don’t always deliver with ease

The only thing we need is trust and truth to break the curse and set us free

But with so much pain and loss and confusion from external sources and occurrences, you stumble over doubt

So there you go and run again – as I let you fly away – because love is free – no jealousy – but if I could keep you for myself I would

And if you ever trusted yourself to take my hand you can hold me as you should

My love, you need to heal

And no matter where you go, my friend

No matter where you fly, my dear

My love for you is real

I will see you again

But the walls are coming in

My love is very patient

But I have so much love to give

Take me

But only if you plan to keep me

Love me

Trust yourself to not deceive me

Save me

The walls are coming in



Unspoken Promise

You don’t have to tell me that you like me

You don’t have to tell me that you care

You don’t have to flatter me with kindness

The dryness of your words abandon me in despair

You don’t have to say another word

You don’t have to feed a man that’s whole

I’m not starving for your offerings of emptiness

All this talk has made this life just feel so cold

It goes round and round and it’s spinning like a record

Rotation of recycled sound I’ve heard so many times

But you never gave me love

You make it seem so hard to find

So I close my eyes and I inhale all these dreams that still my mind

And I’m settled with a piece of something I have yet to find

Will I know what it feels like to tangle up through time

Take me off the track from the records of the blind

And I keep spinning

Let me go

All this winning is aging my old soul

So let me go

Just let me go so I can fly away in peace from all the fizzy shallow noise

Let me go to a place where my spirit senses poise

Let me have a chance to feel I’ve made a better choice

Let my past disappear so I can hear your voice

But only if it’s true

And only if it’s real

And only if gives my heart a reason left to feel




Yeah.. you know.. those miraculous gifts that pop up out of nowhere that really inspire you.  They are messages.  They appear as vessels through the motion of people, places, situations, occurrences, chance encounters, and life momentum.  They shape our lives, our reality, and the way we become who we are and how we grow.  The best messengers are the ones that bring good news and inspire us to be better.  And when I say “be better”, I definitely do NOT mean be better than your messengers.  But to allow ourselves and our truest instincts of light and happiness to enhance our divinity.



Will you be my surprise 

The one I’ve been waiting for

Will you show me I’m worth it

Show up at my door

What I never expected

And everything more

Can you make my heart open

So I can adore

The way you look at me

Like it’s never a chore

Hold my heart steady 

Wash my spirit to shore

Will you be there

Can you be where I am

You will find me again

And you’ll know who I am

I’m waiting…

Still waiting for this

But don’t stray…

From my anxious resist

It’s not you…

That makes me so far

It’s the fear of potentially falling apart

So just take me…

And don’t let me go

But don’t break me…

Cuz I already know

What it feels like…

And now that I’m good

I find safety…

Securely I would

But if you find that you must let me know

That you want me in ways from your heart- it will show

So I’ll show you all of the pieces of mine

Just stay with me now cuz it’s gonna take time

And you



And time



And everything passes…

Like the flowers do bloom

Different shades of the grasses

And the cycles of moon

The stars and the sun and the day and the night

From the castle of darkness, you took me to light

And when everything streams like the river~

The steadiness flowing together




It’s all






And this time…

There is



Don’t Come Running Back

Don’t come running back

To the place of no return

Don’t come running back

To the lesson that you’ll learn

You let it go so easily

You had to let it slip

Don’t come running back when your senses found some grip

Don’t come running back

When I’m in a better place

Don’t come running back

There is no room for such disgrace

Don’t come running back

When I form a better shape

It doesn’t take a genius to recognize growth rate

Don’t come running back

When it accommodates your needs

Don’t come running back

When it satisfies your pleas

Don’t come running back

When you can’t find the next best thing

Built for society, by society

And you keep on shaping me

Don’t come running back

When you realize it’s gone

Don’t come running back

Life doesn’t always last so long

Don’t come running back

When your legs are not as strong

We’re not getting any younger

So I’ll let you move along

Don’t come running back

To the place of no return

When it’s gone it is all gone

With no fire left to burn

Ash into the ground

With billions around

Don’t come running back

Time is of the essence – there’s no need to stick around

It’s been said that patience is a virtue

But we live in different times

Catch up to the pace

And you’ll have nothing left to find

This is not unusual

I’ve seen it countless times before

Don’t come running back to me

After slamming shut my door

I’ve given you enough

More than you could handle

Don’t come shaking at my knob

Transparent is your scandal

I got this covered

Secure enough to carry on

I don’t require anything-

-Less than love

So carry on





A Product Of Love (Part 1)

In my past life, my name was Bubba-JoJo.  I was far from myself; the self that I was destined to become.  The creature that I have unknowingly been evolving into through a series of events, situations, occurrences, and circumstances in a unique juxtaposition to create the mold in which my future self would be.  There was a seed that needed to be planted to start the process.  This seed was a gift.  This seed contained special magic from a higher source of energy that surpassed any mortal existence of life as we knew it.  It was pure yet impure.  It was clean yet filthy.  It was perfect yet flawed.  It was above and it fell below to reach its way inside of me and grow.  The seed wasn’t merely a seed but more of a test.  This seed was the first occurrence to create a major shift in my perspective of life.  Since born a baby, I naturally possessed this intuitive feeling that I was meant to be a product of love.  It was true because I felt that way within the spiritual realm of my heart.  I am a product of love.

From cold silence of abandonment at a young age, my emotional body was abruptly detached from the warm compassion of a hug.  Perhaps my mother didn’t want to hold me.  So I found cigarettes and junk food.  It was delightful to feel something warm and heavy inside of me.  This was quite the fix.  In fact, on a regular basis, I was fixing to fix me some fixings; and so I did!  It was tangible and edible and consumable.  Perhaps it was my way of making up for the void of what my paternal entities had failed to provide- emotionally and morally.  But it could have been worse; it’s not like my daddy was fucking me with a rusty pipe.

Years down the road I caved into a hole and couldn’t seem to dig myself out.  The burdens of my large thighs were so heavy with layers of fat that I would struggle to climb.  So instead of climbing I rolled upwardly in a vertical motion defying the trying forces of gravity.  But I won (as usual).  There was a willingness to my way and nothing would ever block my path because I would either walk around this petite attempt of a blockage or simply roll over it and crush it.  I know what it’s like to be crushed too, believe me; life’s not fair (boo-frickity-hoo).  So after the orchestra queued the violin music and I got my fix of pizza and ice cream burgers, I finally surfaced back to land and was no longer burdened by the darkness of this steep-ass hole.

Finally, after a million years, I found my first victim.  He was fucked up and a total dick but he had this very superficial bullshit quality to him that I really enjoyed.  In a way we were destined to be mutually victimized by each other’s company but in a parallel universe we’re all sort of fucked up in some way.  Perhaps some would call this “karma” too.  Life occurrences build character.  I didn’t really think about that until after the fact but I was excited so I let him fuck me whenever he couldn’t find a way to cheat on me while he took me for everything I had.  As above, so below… or so I’ve heard.  It felt like home.  I fell in love with his filthy personality because, as I’ve previously mentioned, I am a product of love.  Or at least that is what I was born into. Every child that is born is a product of love, since they are pure and new (like fresh hand towels).  Approximately one year later, after we almost killed each other, my heart had evolved into something more profound.  This feeling was the root from the seed that had been planted inside of me.  It was his seed and it grew into a plant.  The roots took me farther from home and it made me realize that my soul wanted to change.  My soul wanted more than what it had been exposed to.  It wanted something deeper and more loving and compassionate.  It wanted a greater understanding and purpose of life.  So I ran away.  I ran and I ran and I ran and I tripped and I fell and I rolled and I tried to get up and eventually was actually able to get up and catch my breath.  So then I asked some random bystander for a glass of water but she was gracious enough to provide a bottle of purified water with electrolytes.  At that moment I had no clue what that even meant but I drank it.  And I fed my seed.  I fed my plant some water to give it fuel.  To give it time to think about how I am a product of love and what that really means.


…To Be Continued…