maybe its not good to reveal myself like this when someone questions my abilities or my actions i feel like i have been fired from a job i thought i was really good at.

struggling with depression last 25 years when i go out i am not authentic i lie to everyone that i am okay so they dont worry art helps and osho tantra but i keep forgetting being vs doing get confused feel like everything is upside down…

Dont wanna be number one Dont wanna be on top of the charts Dont want your stupid awards Dont want to sing your national anthems Dont wanna be friends with chad the quarterback and his football bully buds Dont wanna bang stacy in the backseat and…

show me who you really are and i will show you that it’s all a scam all ideas, beliefs identities, ideologies all truth, love, health, healing it’s all a fucking scam i lost my faith in humanity long ago and since then i dont know why…

used to appear and disappear on social media depending on loneliness levels or expression urges now i think the best is to create my own social media through books and songs maybe a guitar course just have my own little internet country shop selling my stuff…

all the celebs are in therapy so remember that when you see their beautiful smiles razzling and dazzling you i expected too much from all my heroes didnt even know that some of ’em were already dead just let them razzledazzle me to death until i…

i am not the voice of the working class the only work i do is getting these songs to you trusted my gut and my heart to keep doing my thing it was brutal at times and still is sometimes when you feel that feeling that…

make more mistakes its a good way to learn how to live honey i just called to say i am in real big trouble as i hold back the tears make room for fresh fears somewhere along the way lost my faith in humanity the most…

i’m obsessed with all the wrong things whatever you avoid i eat with my cheerios what you call mundane is my gay parade got my freak flag flapping away got my license plate says this car has no breaks ol’ hunk o’ junk worn out dawg…

can you feel the poetry of this moment whatever is happening wherever you are somewhere on a continuum between life and loss maybe you are standing on the edge of a tall building or bridge you want to jump and end your current form even in…

gone so far off the rails that when i appear in your frames nobody can relate to me no more had it all and questioned it then burned it all to hell just to see what would happen and study the feelings the pain, the regret…

i have nothing to teach anyone i dont really believe in anything all i can do is express this whatever is going on right now i feel this terrible agony somewhere in my body but the place is unclear just this vague sea of nothingness feels…

figuring out how to fly this damn thing wrestling with demons in the sunshine take another sip of my morning juice frowns need friends too all this stuff i got going on a way to avoid the inevitable spent the last two summers completely alone sacrificed…

open my internet tabs for the millionth time emails, social media mma news and then have a moment where i can hear all the sounds around me like country engines rustling and whistling of birds and leaves and creaking wood the summer breezes dance on my…

scroll the feeds all i see is “look at me” but i get it because i am just like you we all wanna be seen and i know exactly how you feel we go online even me mister hot shot poet to find connection existence is…