The One

I am afraid that one day
you will look at me,
whole, and not recognize me…
or love me.

Because there is a part of me
I don’t let you see
cause you won’t like her…
or love her…

And I need someone…
Someone to understand me
in both an articulate and silent way

Someone whom I can grow
with spiritually and physically

Someone like you and me,
but not completely

Someone to point out each other’s shit
With out fear of it

Someone to trust me
And be worthy of my trusting

Someone to look me in the eyes
And tell me no lies.

You are all of those things
But the one in me
to make me whole
I feel you won’t love
her at all.



Article: 3 Powerful Nutrients to Help kick your Anxiety Symptoms

Interesting article. It also talks about them helping with depression. I need to add iron I already do the other two.


Splendor of the Universe

Source of Inspiration


Forget setting goals
do away with a plan
I’m not suggesting aimlessness
rather that you let the Universe
reveal its splendor to you.

Elimanate laws
which only create lawbreakers.
Throw out the idea of sin
which creates guilt, not change.
Get rid of borders and restrictions
walls and fences
all of which create disharmony
and separation.

Replace weapons, war, and fear
with love, for when we act
with a pure heart
people will be transformed.
Want nothing and you
will have everything you need.

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Random thought-Throw Back Thursday

I remember a girl in one of my pottery classes asking me “What is normal?”
and I said, “Normal is the space between ‘Bat-shit’ and ‘crazy’.”

Chapbook:More Than What You See-Psychology Drain

I stare at a piece of paper
and pin pen willing myself to pick it up
but I cannot.

I can barely think, let alone write.
I love psych-call-ah-gee
I find it fas-a-nat-ing
but the classes take
so much of my energy.
I would have been done
with the story
I have had in my mind
since I was fifteen.
If I could funk-shun
but I can’t. I am pleeding pleading
to whatever God is listing listening
to help me pass my classes.
I can’t fail this major like the last.
I don’t know if my pride
can handle that so I push on
past my writing and through
the muddy brick
that splits my head in twine
because I need to pass my glasses classes.

I stare at a plank blank document
To write a paper; the cursor flashing,
what else can I do?


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Chapbook:More Than What You See-Miss-Heard

One day I came out of my room
exhausted from all that was happening.
I saw my mother sitting on the couch
but my stepfather wasn’t around.

“Where is Bruce?” I asked.

She told me and
I shook my head in shock

She said it again.
“He went to the pawn shop
to get an oboe.”

I breathed in relief.
“I thought you said
‘he went to the porn shop
to get an elbow.'”

and we both burst out in laughter.
My mother looked at me when she could
manage to talk a little and said, “an elbow?!”
then doubled over in laugher again.

I shrugged with my hands up,
“Well, it works doesn’t it
‘elbow’ ‘oboe’ what’s the diff.”
I said, sarcastic.
We laughed again.

Sometime after my mother’s laughter
died down and I was laughing
off and on
Bruce walked in,

“Oh, lets tell him!”
I said excitedly.

But before we could say a word
Bruce said, “Better selection there
than anything I found on the internet.”

Before my mother could fully comprehend
what he said. I was on the kitchen
floor laughing my ass off again.
My mother, followed suit.
I knew I didn’t miss-hear that.


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