musings poetry 

The Moon, The Stars, and You

In the formidable  Darkness of the night I gaze upon the moon and stars Reflected in the Sparkling water; The light of the moon Mystically magical Glistening like liquid silver, Rippling in the waves. You should be here… I gaze at the brightest star, And think of you… Your eyes,  Mesmerizing as the moon and Tranquil as the water Hiding within a soul As mysterious as The stars themselves.  I long to hold you Close to my heart. But you are like the stars — Sparkling and dazzling So near,…

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classic alternative gothic industrial on the fly 

Industrial Reconstruction of Self

Industrial Music. Hard-edged, rough and hollow sounds, most of the time with dark, smashing, in-your-face lyrics from bands such as Nine Inch Nails, Ministry, KMFDM, Thrill Kill Kult, and Front 242.   When I hear these powerful sounds from my favorite Industrial bands, my insides quake, making me want to not only dance but to become introspective and examine where in my life I need an overhaul – an industrial reconstruction of myself. It’s a call to greatness that I cannot quite explain. Industrial and Electronic Beats have this effect on…

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musings relationships 

Lead Paint

  “Best not to mix the past with the present. The present paints the past with gold. The past paints the present with lead.” ~Henry Rollins    My dear friend, haven’t you learned by now that lead paint is deadly?   While it looks pretty and shiny and even new on the outside, it is toxic. Lead gets inside and slowly poisons your entire body.  The same can be said about toxic people. I can boldly say these words to you because I’ve experienced a full overhaul remodel of my…

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musings 

I’ve Lost My Superpowers…

My words are not so poetic these days. The words I string together that would drip with sweet metaphors and glided descriptions which flow in perfect harmony have been replaced with a blunt tongue and harsh reality along with predictable patterns and placement.  Boring. Dull. Drab. Meaningless. There is nothing beautiful here to read. Not right now. Will there ever be again? Have I lost my ability to resonate, to touch the depths of another’s mind and heart, to inspire and motivate, to write anything of substance? It sure feels…

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life musings on the fly relationships 

Hot Fucking Truth Manifesto

I’m so fucking tired of all these pieces I keep reading on sites about how to love this kind of person or that kind of person. I’m tired of reading about how love should look, or what to look for to find love.   Sick. To. Death. So here is my very own Hot Fucking Truth Manifesto to express all the shit going on inside of me…   I’m not looking for a man to complete me, or a man with whom our broken pieces fit together perfectly.   I want…

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