excerpts from writings

My conscience, my sub-conscience will never forget.
I will always have something to say,
My heart rings out, “MY SOUL BELIEVES,
FOR I WAS ONCE A DO-GOODER SOLDIER WHOSE PASSIONS
WERE MORE ABOUT MAN, THAN OF THE GODS."        
​- FROM POEM "PROBLEM SOLVED - THE MAGIC TRICK

I took a sip carefully. Suddenly I understood why the coffee was the hottest around. He meant hot as in undercover hot. The symbols on the coffee machine stood out to me. He said remember the symbols don't mean anything. Then he said, “It's our religion: NEVER buy a new car.” Then he went to talk to the salesman and came back. It was time to leave. 
- FROM SHORT SCI-FI STORY, "HOLLYWOOD!"

Picking up, soaring occasionally,
Driven by others’ intentions,
Structures planted by practitioners
Of either expertise or infatuation,
One’s ideas take shape--
Pyramids and stars and circles.
- FROM POEM, "PYRAMIDS, CIRCLES AND STARS"

I've been a truth-seeker my entire life. I've also been outside the shared-reality we all live in, too often with madness and terror. My journey in figuring out a full explanation of the madness, terror and psychosis is a part of this writing. A new definition for the word "psychosis" is revealed along with my best take at a proof.  
- FROM ON-LINE STUDY BOOK, "A call to the renegades: A REASON TO REBEL AGAINST THE MODERN MENTAL HEALTH MOVEMENT AND BECOME A RENEGADE"

I bear witness to my desp’rate state
And sing “Desperado” to the wind
My quarters are all gone, for the jukebox jig
Dancin’ to my own tune to forget all my sin, forget all my sins
- FROM SONG, "BABY BACK RIBS"

Something outside of herself causes
Her to dance, to tick.
"If it’s not black or white, 
Then it’s gray?”
No! What we’re talking about 
Isn't even colors.
It’s shades - or shadows really
And how they appear 
And disappear.
- FROM POEM, "SOMETHING OUTSIDE OF HERSELF"