Dance to your own beat

Life is not about outmaneuvering others to get ahead of them, nor is it limiting and enslaving yourself to the moves of the majority. It’s about finding your own tune and getting in sync with that beat.

- (The) Name’s Not At All Relevant

Giving while expecting something in return is manipulation in disguise. - (The) Name’s Not At All Relevant

When The Language Guru Said "Don't Me"

The Ultimate Collision Course

In blinding speeds

and accelerations faster

than the speed of light

I orbit the innards

of a particle collider

Heedless

Pointless

Propelled by

the natural order of

who the hell knows

what 

or who

without warning

lo and behold

my quintessence

millions, billions, trillions of them

laid bare

right before mine

very eyes

Then it dawned on me

I got smashed into God!

Fans Club

Do I turn to
my crowd
when there is
no one else around
to turn to?


Of course


In those instances
        I always welcome


            my self with
                open
                    arms

In the Face of Adversity, Don’t Run Away from God. Run Into God

Adversity and conflict

isn't always

synonymous

to opportunity

It will forever be

a thorn

in my soul

Yet, that

bastard

has caused me

to not run away but

to run INTO

God

Sure there is adversity

in daily existence

that you need

to keep slugging with

in spite of

being bored

to death

And while

I am

busy living

I am also

busy getting myself

distracted

to make that

daily existence

bearable

at least

Nevertheless, there

is always something

to be thankful for:

sex

food

work

beautiful family

being fucking alive

and this art

that has become my

saving grace

But there

is something

special about those

nut-cracking moments:

You let loose of

your grasp

off yourself

and your advantages

both tangible and illusory

and find yourself

clinging instead

to the Rock of Ages

Only when you

do so

can you

tap the power

Power that

is greater than

anything earthly

or mortal

The kind of

power that

keeps the galaxies

afloat to light up

the vast depth

of nothingness

Adversity causes

one to

improvise

It yells at you

at the top of

it’s lungs

to get the

fuck out

of the ordinary

before you succumb

and watch the

best of you die

without seeing the

dawn break

But I haven’t

totally lost

yet

my sanity

by asking

fervently

for my

share of

perennial

uphill goings

just to

always experience

God’s grand

deliverance

With much

supplication

I ask that

I would instead meet

His

presence

everywhere

from highs and lows

and most especially

the mundane

Struggles of a minimalist who wishes to write extravagant poetry

The minimalist
Willingly calloused himself
Stripped off his senses
Scarce in words
As much as thoughts
Gets upset not with a
Few clothes
A few jeans
Or zero mobile data
Afraid he’ll be creatively bankrupted
By social media

Despite having revered as god
He has locked horns with minimalism
For poetry’s sake
Unfamiliar feelings he now writes
With inappropriate words
Of a child quivering before a dentist
The motocross rider as he somersaults
A lover whose tears from the raindrops you cannot tell
To be answered “yes” or “I do” by a lady

The things he shuns
To not let his feelings run
Stoicism rivalling that of Marcus Aurelius
A layer of rock
That take eons to wear

He then realized
He has flesh and blood
He can grin
And he can fuckin’ cry!
He’s not a machine gun
That eat bullets
And spew them who the hell knows
How much rpm

Now he aches to write poetry
Vivid and teeming with life
And the feelings he trained himself to abhor
The superfluous often thrown to the dogs
Like a whore
That will make him sore
With a red carpet and open arms
He now welcomes home

Albeit, he writes clumsily
A virgin lover in a quandary
Whether he’ll
Kiss her or fondle
Screws up his words, falters and all
Still he writes some more
For non other than he can fathom
It’s only poetry that will save his soul