Tuesday, July 28, 2009


You suppress and destroy all dissidents. Their retaliation to injustice rests while your false light blinds them, suppressing sight to truth. Light that serves to blind is not a true light. You deceive all whose political ground would serve to quash your authoritarianism. Surely, the nuances of opinion can't govern the multifariousness of unquantifiably diverse individuals.

I would be willing to endure the pains of change, no matter how agonizing the peripeteia, so long as the birth of understanding remains at the foreground of the new age.

Monday, July 27, 2009


I've been noticing an excruciating trend growing in the ranks of movie scriptwriters, or at least the lackluster hiring process for scriptwriters.

This may sound a tad bit pretentious, but...nevermind. I'm not even gonna go there. I'm simply going to say that I believe 50% of unknown writers out there today, both my age and up, have the capacity to write better scripts than the majority of the trash being spewed into the mainstream and indie films of today.

I almost want to go into this profession just to spark a light under these lethargic morons.

Question is, how does one get into this line of work?

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Robotic Poetry

I can't write poetry. For some reason, I get all robotic. Like an automaton, so here's me attempting to get better at it. Sorry for the garbage that follows.

Today's selective blindness,
Is the bane of years,
Your stifled peripherals,
Follow paths around me,
Indirect decisions,
Always decipher love,
With reciprocated lust,
Kiss and touch,
Eyes of falsity and lies,
Uncaring yet unfaltering,
Finding their victim,
And allowing slavery,
To any who take hold,
Giving yet another piece,
Of your shattered offer,
Priceless and broken,
Who can repair you,
Who can love you

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Sand betwixt my toes

They all went to the beach today.
My mom said, "You'll regret not going."
I lied and said I wouldn't.
I stayed home and made bad decisions.
Eating, watching, lounging, dieing.
I made up things.
"I don't like the sand."
"The water is cold this time of year."
"Too many people for me."

I love sand.
Cold water is refreshing.
People give me joy.

Because the truth makes me looks stupid.
I can't explain it to anyone.
And I'm tired of hearing that they all have the answer.
It assumes I AM stupid.
Like I haven't thought about it day in and day out.
Trying to figure out the answer.
Desperately searching for the truth.
As if the three words would fix my problem.
"Get over it."
Thanks mom.
I'll do that.

It's not so simple.
So I lie.
Even though I don't want to.

Sunday, July 5, 2009


I made a mistake.
Shame followed.
Like a looming cloud.
Like a big, dark, gloomy, looming cloud.
Like a big, dark, gloomy, looming, cumulonimbus, ominous cloud.
Of shame.
I'm praying for rain.

Friday, July 3, 2009

Letting go.

You were wonderful - a quality I'm sure you've retained since then. For as cheesy as it is, the thing I remember most is your smile. Your big gaping smile. Every time I saw it, I felt like I had won an award. It was a worthwhile accomplishment to make you laugh, even though it was an easy task.

I wonder what it was, that drove me away from you. It certainly wasn't your laugh or your impeccable taste or your kiss. What was lacking?

It's sad to think how selfish I must have been. I wanted more? More than you? What chance is there for anyone else?

You were perfect. On paper, you were everything I dreamed of. Did you fit it too well? That just seems silly, but maybe I wasn't ready for it all. I could've been with you till death. Happy.

I lost something very special. I lost someone very special.

It was my decision, but now I wish it was yours. I wish you were the foolish one, the selfish one.

Right at the end, I bought you a card, and I was ready to tell you. You would have thought it was cute.

It said something very important inside.

Three words that had I waited to tell you. Waited until I was ready to mean them.

You never got that card. You never heard those three words.

I think that was it. When I lost it. When I lost you...