Sunday, March 6, 2016

Cough


Tune
Flies
come regularly
the blue
of their
veins
grows misty
in the beacons
slice
slice
there is
no real beauty
beyond
these walls
we open
pits
of passive
make believe
to fuel
our remedies
there the waters
run deep

He
he almost
ran
west
towards her
he almost cast
down
his eyes
greeting upon
the small lines
in her face
beyond
soda pop
inside
lemon drops
open towards
the eyes
drifting
in the distance
of this
their story


kill
Empty
with the numbness of fall
I keep
her eyelashes
on the top step
they almost don't fit
anymore
their old words
pass over
the deep creeping
frogs of the bog
who lay down
and drift
high above
the heavy dust
of autumn
we carry
her death
bend to the weight
of the flowers

Moments
I made
this fate
it screams
at me
hello
from an
empty
hand
and I
cry
goodbye

Host
Gather
the glue
for wheels
unknown
we pass down
into the realms
of tomorrow
we pass into
infinity

Home
Bless
the water
inside
it fills
the fur
up towards
rims
of gas
the slow
eight minutes
pass
keep  the break
closed
full

cost
Crime
windows
down upon
the hall
makes the
smallest
things
struggle
forever







Sunday, September 20, 2015

Bullet blows

1.Handles
These sink
into 
the bottom
of lungs
so small
that winter
wears them 
out
for a walk
down 
paths
unfamiliar
and strange
these are
the beasts
that we
feed
and the reason why
we are alive.

2. Comfort
Make me
into these
your fields
of glory
and present
my soul
as a stone
upon the 
hearts of
those
who never 
had a 
choice.

3. Water
Speak now
I beg
to hear
the voice
of a king
and the rapture
of a God.

4. Rope
Your hands
square
like stone
upon this
fragile crest
you call 
a body
made of flesh
and bone
and water
we bathe
in the lather
and stop 
for no one
but,
the sun

5. Baby
Head held
high
upon this
ground
we close
our eyes
and sleep
the day

6. Furious
How do 
I not
wait 
for you
How do 
I not
roll in 
whatever
is left
of hope
and lift
my thoughts
to it ----
STOP!!!
Things will 
never turn 
this shade 
of black
even in the 
fuel of night
when the weather
has struck cold
deep in a 
young man's 
heart.

7. Cluster
Keep the center
of the whiskey warm
freeze the rest
I find it too bitter
salt 
down
sinks
down
d
o
w
n
sails
into icy water
while the snakes
eat our bones
and the pasta
grows cold on
the kitchen table
whiskey warm
is hollow ground
it forms a bond
with the brick
that I must defend
that I will.

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Brand New 7 for 9/16/2015

1.Mess
All these mirrors
rushing
bending
taking turns
with the circles
never ending
collapsing
on each other
to make it
to the finish line
to make it out first
to win the metal
and claim the prize
but,
there is
no talent
left
no hopeless romantic
to lead the pack
and all that died
within the floorboards
of that car
at that station
stayed hidden
white ruins
until now

2.Station
Wave a flag
on serenity
keep it moving
til she passes by
and holds my hands
in her death stroke
confusion
from the crossing guards
up the street
these are the lyrics
that we die for
the endless soul
of our perpetual belief
relief from what ails us
and calls us back home
what seems familiar
but leaves us
when we need it most
calling out for her
I pass midnight
in the blue of her eyes
she swallows
the stars
and I keep it
from exploding
through her mouth
she swallows
the moon
and eats the Earth
while it is ripe
I have no home
but her
and she no warrior
but me

3.  Giving
Within this mist
the fear comes
trembling back
with claw paws
hands at the roof
of its mouth
and simple tools
meant to destroy
we never kill our enemy
but, we gather
the flesh
and keep it whole
save it
to eat later
when the guardians
are awake
and the lightning
has called to slumber
dare we drive
this alert
to no one
and only the closest
shall come
to partake
of the heart

4. Search
With this
we rest
our bones
in servitude
to you
your
grace
we humbly collect
the mass
you call
a grave
and surrender
our keys
to you
with one hand
given the rocks
to break our bones
how can we not
reveal everything
within
a
whisper

5. Sweat
How do
we stop
the angry mob
coming to kill
the youth
how do we make
them forget
all the horror
that has been done
we collect
it all in a
paper sack
and draw it out
into the world
with leaves made of
silver
and
gold
we pledge
fury
to the beast
nestled in the pit
of our breast
and all the while
we sleep
with long eyelashes
and curly hair
naked
in the water

6.  Define
Gear up
this time
we never stop
we drink their
blood
we piss on the heads
of their infants
we sink our teeth
into their necks and pull
pull everything out
all of their happiness
the marrow
from the bone
and we forgive
nothing

7.Me
I really don't see
this powerful me
I don't see her
in the mirror
of hear her
when I speak
I don't even know
that she is there
I hope that she continues
this powerful me


Saturday, July 18, 2015

A new start...


Hello Everyone!!!
  Unfortunately, I was cut from "Abnormal Entertainment," so I won't be doing any shows for a bit...but, hopefully soon my shows will be on the radio.  I am working with a new radio channel to go on the air hopefully in October...102.9 FM....please go on my Facebook page and support us if you can...or right here as well....https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/get-on-air-launch-kdif...but, in the meantime...I am working on a new book and here's some poems for you!!!!  Thank you all...I will also continue my interviews when the show goes on the air...and for those of you that live in Arizona...I just might have you come down and record in person...we shall see....:)...Thank you all so much...My show is very important to me and I am trying to continue it to the best of my ability!!!  Let's hope that 102.9 FM will be an awesome start...for a new start...to support my show...:)!!!!


garden
how do 
I make it?
out of the corner
of your eye
little spot
little spot
so grim
place my hand
on your shoulder
and watch
the world
spin

Grace
Beat 
the numbers
raw 
turning heads
how bashful
we wink
and then forget
why we said
hello

Sugar Skulls
I forget 
how humble
the thick crust
from homemade
cherry pie
bread pudding 
thick with syrup
on a cold winters day
when all you want
to remember
is the way
the rain tastes
in the cold January
fog

press
there are blue flowers
there
beyond the trees
we picked them
once before
and set them 
on her grave
when the ice
settled beyond
the pond
and we could
take the shortcut
over the ice
before it broke

Made
It broke again
today
The small glass pieces
went everywhere
and she
stopped me
from walking 
barefoot
into the hallway

Me
Can you tell 
me again?
Just more
Just more
Just one more 
time
before
I fall asleep
and I forget
all over again

Teeth
I was never afraid
loose grass
the turn
of the heads
in the garden
with cocktails
we set
the camera down
and forget
the long trees
dress one day
over the next
make it beautiful
before the open door
quiet
quiet
still
break the lense
flash the bulb
my bitter heart
moves 
through empty 
crates

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

102.9 FM


Getting "Myriads of Thought" set up on a new and up and coming radio station...back us up if you can.
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Saturday, May 16, 2015

Chickendino

City
William?
are you there?
Yes love.  Always
Never go away.
never.

blue
We pass beyond
coiled farms
of yesteryear
and the peace
of all those collected

exit
The reign
of this endless night
sour and cold
I answer
for awhile
until the sun fades
and the sky
turns black
no one seems
alive.

start
when do 
we know
when to fly
if our wings
are ready 
to takeoff
and kiss
the claws
hello?

Blessed
We weep
for memories
not recorded
for the hope
of moments
struck
into pieces 
a long time 
ago.

keep
there is a place
where we can go
to forget
and bathe
in the happiness
that is our 
newborn childhood

A penny
sulfur linings
search streams
Saturn's coming up
against the corner
of the beams
from on things short
and hazy
new beginnings
will arise
to remind us
of black and white
films
without any 
sound

Tuesday, May 12, 2015


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Friday, April 24, 2015

Blue

bright
beautiful
the color
of the sun
Slowly fading off
into some
descent 
landing

Dark side
complete 
the light turn
distant swirling
light dancing
to the surface
of the moon
and back

Be brave
How quiet dreams
become the ceaseless reality
of our
everyday lives

Boiler
Force the issue
remember
this is your life
make the most
of every thought
keep the rising surface
from stumbling off
the face of
the Earth

Burial
there comes 
a time
closely held
that all things
will turn
to dust

Play
swamp
the rolls
over songs
slip the noose
sturdy the struggle
how carelessly
we give it
away

dive
broken fingers
writing in
oblivion
stretching to 
the found
colored apples

Saturday, April 4, 2015

a hundred years

happy
the sweetness
that graces
cold
wet
nose
hungry in
the middle
of the night
we pause
to pet her furry head
then fill her bowl
to the top
happiness prevails

help
cannot stop
there is a beam
of red light
so pure
above the
wavering step
dragging feet
and limbs
and bones
over furious banks

vomit
that flush
of vibrant colors
permeated by
the mist
that refreshes
it/each pore/
every single day
the wise facet
that pulls you
to the ground
and kicks you in
the stomach.

Georgia
I forget
the pull
of a good memory
the way it leads
you down
unbroken paths
whistling Dixie
in the wind

deathbed
when
the time comes
I'll smile
and think
I wish
I had
more time

True Love
What do
I have
to do
to have
to get
what
I need
makes
me think
that you
don't need
me anymore

am
can
the honest
call upon
those thick lips
desperate in need
of strange hope
holding crazily
onto the rum
of distant fields
be present
in the moment.
Ride on

Monday, March 16, 2015

Never gone...

A small side-note:
  "Myriads of Thought" will be back soon.  In the last couple of months, I have dealt with several illnesses.  I also discovered that I am bi-polar.  I appreciate every one's support and love.  I adore my show.  It means the world to me and so does my audience.  I plan on returning as soon as I am able to, so please stay by my side.  I have tons of stories to tell.  :)-Love you all!!!!

Neptune
We will gather
over time
and our numbers
will spread
like a wild flame
like a great beast
hopefully for
the next kill.
Yes, we will rise.

Flight
Blue green
as the river
holds my hand
at the base
of the spine
there is never
a warning
only the first
glimpse
of retreat
from fearless warriors
that are bound
to glory 
and death.

Monks
these careful creatures
we never hide from
only hold onto
when the light falls
down against 
the cold stairs

Grace
this warm
this fascination
all will be over soon
and a moment
a memory
of what once was
will be all
I'll have left

loss
did we speak
forever
in the cold mucks
of silver gray
towards the heart
of the beating 
sky?

price
these words
are not endless
they come
only to those
who listen
and stop
when one
loses gratitude.

Future
how famous 
do you want
to be?
how successful?
how admired?
there are weaker 
thoughts 
than these
but, 
the dream
to be a better
human
is what should be
inevitable.