I would love love love to get back… I fought fought fought to be the b… I ran ran ran through miles of inv… I stopped because it was controlli… Each step of all those miles – tra…
All the pain rocks me to sleep. I grew tolerant to the effects, Addicted to the intoxicating isola… Romanticized despair, holding hope… I can follow the trail at the slig…
I was home in Westwood. I was home in Camp Lejeune. I was home with one love. I failed at childhood; failed stat… Desperate for home anywhere I lay…
Thunder rips dreams from sleep. The fitful heave themselves upon t… Lightening sears all eyelids open. The fitful heave themselves upon t… The voluminous sweat from the back…
Where do I let my hopes hang? In the air with scents of flowers… How do I let my emotions reign? Among animals I am not brave enou… Why do I share the shards of my p…
I perpetually wait, I cannot act, but I always know, and you’re gone… It happens quickly, often with jus… that I know how deeply, I can lov… I’m not so foolish to think there…
Darkness waxed, first encounter with the new moon… su spilling from my mind, whispering ancestor sight. I waited for death,
In these moments between focus, be… in these moments between effort an… in these moments between experienc… where I want to not want, but also… I have weak footholds for what is…
unwanted connection to my youth uninterrupted stream of consciousn… first memories linger and manifest periodic reminders of what I can’t… my escape from the void
She said: “Is there more to your… Is being a Marine not enough? I wanted to be a firefighter. I wanted to save people’s lives. I like manning the 50cal machine g…
I saw anger, justice, passion, eng… I saw despair, emaciation, dysphor… I saw shame, fear, desperation fl… I saw flat, emotionless, mirrors r… I saw provocation, hostility, infl…
I drive through each forgotten str… Where the daily trash upon the cit… And mark on every body I meet Marks of violence, marks of chroni… In every defiant act of every Man…
full, cold-water, facial submersio… eyes closed, holding breath, the park bursts forth with green l… draping down from liberated trees, and yellow—brownish stains of moss…
I hate that you smoke I despise that we choke on our desperate attempts for irrational contempt my best efforts remote
It doesn’t come through governance… it has existed all throughout. It doesn’t come through war, fear and revenge masquerade as lib… It doesn’t come through money,