Rocket scientist poet
Teacher of the analytical mind
Einstein has nothing on you
Striving to be all you can be
Chips down, but never counted out
Receiving messages from another side
The conscious mind is subjective
It’s true; ask any daydreamer or merchant of nightmares
We’re at our best when we cross the Rubicon
I’ve never had much faith in hope
Disappointment puts the fear of a manufactured God into me
I wanted to hold his hand, but he was wearing gardening gloves and refused to return my telepathic messages
Rocket scientist rock star
Professor of the unanalyzed and unresolved riddles of the Sphinx
Our loved ones mustn’t catch up with us while we’re running outside of time and mindfulness
I met him and liked him immediately
Cut through the poetic fat of a city starving for more steak
Terry challenges me to resist mediocrity and go for the gold standard
Our unconscious mind the first step toward freedom of creative autonomy
A lesson we must learn before taking off our training wheels
Love is the realest construct of them all.
Monday, May 30, 2022
Rocket scientist poet
I climbed through the television screen and jumped into the water.
I clambered into your mind and forsook all of your memories.
The hardest part of being an artist is believing your work has merit. The hardest part of being human is keeping the secret you’re not okay.
There was a shooting and 19 children and 2 adults were slaughtered as the police stood by and did nothing.
We cannot understand how such a thing could happen because we refuse to believe in the incompetence of people who only care about covering their own asses.
Look at Cruz and his smug bearded erudite facade and know this is the smirk of pure evil.
If we’re ever to stop the madness we must first understand what is wrong with this picture.
Thinking you’ll be okay because you live in a white privileged neighborhood shows just how out of touch you are as the Fox Kool-Aid dribbles down your concealed carry expressionless faces.
We’re all liable to get mowed down sooner than later if the paid suits continue turning a blind eye to all of the carnage happening right outside our rose-tinted windows.
I watched as the blue mask was removed only to be replaced with mirrored sunglasses.
The crime noir air reeked of hung juries as another chalk outline took shape and flew like a kite along the bloody beach of crucified dreams.
The hardest part of being alive is knowing everyday you face death because of another stupid human who refuses to color outside of the lines.