Late Night Rambles 

What the fuck am I so afraid of? Every person has a story, a history, a future and the power to act. Every day brings with it millions of opportunities for life to go one way or the other. It’s all about choices we make and the convuluted act of just going for it. 

We (maybe I should say I, but a collective make it easier to swallow) want to do something. Then, we spend so many days, months and years talking about it instead of acting. What is with human nature that makes us this way? We all know that life is finite, yet we procrastinate carelessly until it’s too late. Only then do some of us wake up and wish we could’ve done it all differently. 
Not me. Not anymore. 

I am going for it. I only have small inklings of what it is, but I will know when I’ve done it. I can feel that is the truth. I’m trusting intuition, finally. 

I am going to explore and do things I’ve never done and see what I come back with, or without. Mind games and tricks can put illusionary limits on capabilities. I am learning to quiet those unneeded thoughts. There’s a whole lot of brain power that I won’t allow to be left unused and potential lingering that needs to be ignited. 
T-3 days until takeoff. 

Make It Matter

my mind is surrounded by the state of the times

bringing truth to light

people roam in that Square

distracted by all the things that are there

can’t fit a circle in a box

why try to quiet your thoughts?

let me continue as I write

in black and white

when they say print is dead

I say it’s the release of everything inside of my head

we’ve gotten lost in a world

of digital clouds and preconceived social tallies

there’s an inevitability of one’s envy

we hide behind screen, tapping keys

when we miss the one key of how to be happy

gratitude for one’s lot

if you take a step back, you can see that you have a lot

set your focus on a wider level

see that we still live in a world

where nothing is level

even keel, nothing of the sort except how we feel

many things matter




more plus the latter

you know those three words

double entendre, cause both of them matter

it has been said

be the change you want to see in the world

be the light

spark thoughts

make movement

provide insight

when things go left

make what’s right

Caffeine’s Causes

Imagetake my pages

read my words

rip my verse


dissect, discuss, analyze and question

the cause for all my tension

I am not stressing

casually, undoubtedly progressing

no repercussions

only processions

undressing my sounds

tasting my thoughts 

lets run together-

we can get lost. 


coming back to the metaphorical you 

no signs, no direction

maybe dreams may come true


I question surrounding

I cannot accept false findings

I appreciate your understanding of me

my unwavering desire and search to be free. 


I see some conquests in the future

not usually one to just do this

opening the closed book

glancing and taking a harder, more perceptive look


rudimentary couplets

I am not challenging my hypothalamus

moving to long form-

free range,

it’s about to get strange


dictating my thoughts while the voice

claws out of my head

unwavering caffeine shielding me

from the bed 

pen’s moving itself 

narrating current scenes

wasting time

the opportunity cost being that of a dream 

now, I’m always keen to the scenes

I said it’ll take some getting used to… 


my thoughts 

my virtual thread

winding from my past and bee lining

into sights ahead


take a journey

dare to explore

not the whole world will shut its doors


remain open

insert all your tokens

we got nothing to lose

but to lose in itself

not everything un-gained can remain

in a negative frame

follow your flow

some can understand, some will just know. 


yesterdays only a day away/ so tomorrow rolls in so two faced /with promises that we knew were fake/ but we pray on/ keep believing/ when dreams stop/ and we stay awake to nonbelievers/ radical achievers/skeptical to alleviate her/ pain so deep cant perceive/ the cause of the hate/ adjacent to the places she’s been/ bent on being so keen of the faces she’s seen/ etched on her brain like a cd disk/turning on tables revolving like a deep dish/ so afraid to speak so she remains quiet/ not to be quick/ to be judged to speak to be heard/ cause no one will see it straight/ like it is/ truth be told nobody needs him/ making promises/ breaking solemness/ just to be a conduit through enclaves/ no ones following

now the reason makes no sense/ to the outsiders looking in/ from the outside/ in a place so cold separated like apartheid/ so dim/ just want to grow old/ wanting to feel the changes of color/ a chameleon/ so entrapped in the phase of being/ coming so quickly

but going off / into the never ending/ always fleeing/ one day dreaming/ to be in the crowd/ but always standing on the sideline/ baseline/ running suicides/ until her ego suffers a homicide/ from the emotions hanging upon her shoulders/ very heavy told to go inside/ but the inside is where it makes no sense/ unraveling like a dental floss dipped in mint/ asking for answers/ receiving no glamor/ begging for hopelessness/ in a cold place/ with no insolation from the hate/ suffering oppression like the Haitians/filling up the gait/ so quick/ quickly swinging on the gates/ moving to the other side/ where the grass looks greener/ into scenery where no has seen her/ into a new place to call her own/because nobody ever claimed her/ in a land full of lackluster fame/ and teenagers following the steps of Cobain

if we can unleash the knot/ pull it back off/ slip into a sea/ and sail faster than forty knots/ into a tide of paradise/where the sun will always shine/ and freedom comes easy like fireworks/ on july fourth/ ringing in the city/ creating hope/ forgoing pity/ burying the past/ and looking forward into the blazing pastures ahead/ the day we all refer to as tomorrow/ as its unknown what’s in it for us two/ in this thing we call the future/ where we can heal all the scabs/ and secure all the sutures/ welcoming a little newness 



We see the world through windows. Now, I am talking both literally and figuratively here. It is so easy to look out the window and view our surroundings, but we are only seeing what is put right in front of us. There’s a limit to what we can see, and there’s clearly a lens in which we are seeing out of- a framed view of what’s just beyond our finger tips, a few inches from our grasp. The intangible little things that we need to sense, to feel, to touch, to taste,  to understand. 

It’s simple and it’s easy… to get stuck in the mindset when you are on the inside looking out. The latter is so contrary to the cliched “from the outside looking in,”  but it is really from this perspective in which we cannot experience the world around us.  We see outside, not a 360 view, but rather an enclosed and framed space. It’s only possible to see what we choose to when we are experiencing something from a distance. Nothing is the same (conveniently alluding to Drake here) when we walk out those doors, spread our wings (okay, Maxwell) and jump right in to the thick of the woods, the mystery, and explore with the most important tool we all possess- an open mind.