Shadows hide under the sun, quiet as secrets that refuse to die.

Even in the brightest heat, they cling to the edges, curling around truth like a warning.

Light doesn’t erase darkness— it only shows where it’s been waiting.

slipping benea...

Stand down.

Not because I am fragile, but because I am finished shrinking to make room for someone else’s thunder.

I’ve held my tongue, folded my fire, softened my edges for far too long.

But today, I rise unarmored and unafraid.

Stand...

The words you carry are heavier than the night.

I see the storm gathering behind your teeth,

the lightning of a truth you’re afraid to release.

Hold it a moment longer— let the world stay still before your voice reshapes it.

For even s...

Part not thou lips, for I can hear the truth before it’s spoken.

The breath you hold trembles against the silence, a confession waiting to break its own chains.

Let the moment stay whole— unbroken, unruined, a fragile truth balanced on the e...

It came back

like a storm we swore we’d outgrown,

a shadow stretching

from wounds we never let heal.

The circle tightens—

old words in new mouths,

old fears in new clothes,

old lines redrawn

as if time never learned its les...

How did time convertMorganucodons into humans?

Over 200 million years ago, just walking around dinosaur ruins

A rat like shrew

Somehow evolved and grew

Into whales, platypuses, elephants, and apes

And after millions of B.C. dates

Into 8 bill...

I lay beside the anger like a fire that won’t die down, embers whispering what the flames were too loud to say.

It warms and wounds in the same breath, curling around my ribs like smoke that refuses to rise.

But morning always comes, soft as...

broke homegrown curses writing verses backwards in cursive each sentence a surgical precise incision a poet with a purpose not just spitting for attention a descendant of a lyrical ascension vivid vision like antenas straightens the lines on th...

They hand me a mask

and call it my face,

pressing it tight

like I was born wearing it.

They script my lines

before I open my mouth,

then act surprised

when I tear the page in half.

I am not their shorthand,

their shortcu...

Brick by brick,

the wall I built

to survive what hurt me.

Every piece I lift away

lets in one more breath,

one more truth,

one more version of myself

that isn’t hiding anymore.

Brick by brick,

I tear down the fortress

The truth you sip slow,

the rumor you stir twice,

the heat that fogs the glass

before the words even land.

Some stories don’t spill—

they steam.

The kind that burns tongues

and exposes intentions.

The kind whispered in corn...

Under the voodoo palms,

the air hums with secrets—

old magic curling like smoke

around the roots.

Every breeze is a whisper,

every shadow a warning,

every heartbeat a drum

calling something ancient

back to life.

Voodoo p...

Turn your back— not in anger, but in arrival. Some roads don’t deserve your footsteps anymore, and walking away is the loudest truth you’ll ever speak.

There’s fire under the bridge— not the kind that burns it down, but the kind that whispers, “I’m not finished.” Heat in the hush, anger with a pulse, truth that crawls back up your spine and dares you to cross anyway.

They tried to shape my story

from the grain of their own assumptions,

carving silhouettes in dark tones

and calling them truth.

But I am not the shadow they sketched in haste.

I am the warm weight of sun?washed stone,

the steady ...

I see a broken pencil

I have a impulse to fix it

I look at it then start to

see it differently

maybe it's meant to be as it is

if I try to fix it'll change the structure

disturb its condition and existence

I wouldn't be any different

from ...

there was a time when you wanted your voice to be heard all you had to do is scream the noise wasn't as loud as it is now you need more than a bullhorn to speak over a crowd shots fired the world's too tired to run fatigue syndrome no matter how d...

Thank you, for all you do

I haven’t said that nearly enough though, true?

For years, as our time together flew

Daily, you patiently lend me a clue

To help me win, even when I never knew

That you truly deserve the most respect due

I
did not
could not prevail against the gates of hell
knew I wasn't flying the friendly skies
arriving at the heavenly gates
had no defense for it
a tormenting
slow
painful death I suffered in the early hours of the morning
too early
for...