Awoken: Self condemnation, Standing at the edge of a lake He whispers, into the mist, “Take me tomorrow. Let me starve today.” The disease inherent calls forth his injuries; wounds yet healed and forgotten in his heart’s distractions He sways and shifts: Standing in the roar Of the Mass Mind Fearing The end of the […]
Read More The Disease InherentThe champion relentsHe furrows his browAnd the champion winsBut his wife is downInThe Basement Of her mindLost and bruised Where’s her coachTo nurse her woundsHe’s out of touch With the majestyOfHerMoods Get back,champion,She’s bound to expand Like a forest on fireHe’s in commandBut cold as a liarOh sprinkling thoseLittle SweetLies Champion,keep guarding that heartAnd you’ll […]
Read More His CornerBrought to broken lands to break and infuse, and confuse. White man burdened to direct the economy. Black bodies, White tools Spoil the land with the blood of resistance. Where there are cries and sighs, The comfortable ignore, and delight: This is how it is, How it’s supposed to be So niggers, Sing those hymns […]
Read More Black Bodies, On Purpose“Do you want to keep going? Because there’s no going back.” Lisa asked me this a few months after she had initiated me to Level I of Reiki training. She had been teaching me the basics of energy work, and about how she approached it as a Mayan/Aztec curandero. I had been advancing spiritually faster […]
Read More My Reiki Story, Pt. 2It’s 8:30 p.m. on a Saturday and my goal to write 500 words a day of fiction has not only not been met, but pushed to the point of a total time crunch of needing something, about 1,000 words, to present for my critique group this week. I have become addicted to my comfort zone, […]
Read More Confronting My Writer’s Fear2011 was one of the most stressful years of my life. I moved three times already that year, trying to find the right place for me. I was also in the second year of my first reporting job after college at The Denver Post, and I was dealing with anxiety depression and being in addiction […]
Read More My Reiki Story Pt. 1The vampires eat the youngin broad daylight We undercut their gainsin our dreamsAstral collapsingdark timelines Their distractionswhile amusingare our catalystsdigging their heelsinto stagnant regressuntil they cut to the coreand find their ownrobbedheart.
Read More Undercut RegressOh there she isSlinking in the sultry nightNot because she’s darkShe’s no spyTraitors seek her lowWhile she eclipses the strange Let goButLet God Lead you lostBecause no matter howFar you strayYou stayOn the path So when she comes for youDon’t be surprisedLet her devour your dreamsLet her punctuate your nightmaresYou’ve got a thousand nights to […]
Read More Love in Tempered GlassIt was a day after drinking in college and my mind felt unsafe. My brain was busy with recklessness, feeling ashamed and feeling a sense of hopeless that too few neurons firing and dopamine and serotonin depleted can bring. There was something wrong I had done, that felt certain in the moment. Maybe I said […]
Read More The Symphony of Self HarmWhispers in the park Seek my breached brainYou hide in the darkYou cower in light rainShowers allude my sightSo they pour from my fallen eyesBut this is not my sorrowSuch resentful regrettable liesA vital corpse you borrow But I’m far from deadI dodged the grave you dug You sit up on my bedAnd lure me […]
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Clay The Scribe 