“hidden riot the lives of multiple personalities”

a compilation of poetry and an essay

found on amazon or through my contact page

excerpt-

my father killed god

i was a baby watching

him wondering

why i took a side

voiceless

the devil had arrived yet

what did i know

of what could happen

when the hands of men

were led sinister

following follower

to the wrong

destiny. what weakness

did one need possess?

to get in line with the wicked?

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excerpt-

catching a glimpse 

her emaciated body forever

fetal couldn’t make small enough

 soft shell of sallow skin

a mind beaten as leather 

moth balls

 dried blood 

on her lips

 terror seen

 no relief air

filtered

 huddled contorted

she had the eyes of an animal waiting to die

*********************

10/25

winged cages

concealed in corners

at night i dream to pray

awakened to the same

trying and trying to quest my way home

failing to remember

there is no one there

whose mind is that?

not of this earth

it belongs to no one

it’s not to be trusted

hand prints strangle whispers

making their way through

from

poet editor critic

*********************

11/25

under construction

what if it’s just a story

i tell myself

the framing of my life

shaken by examination

now blurred

into mist

the sun isnt blinding

its telling

keep doing brave things

and so i follow

it is the only way

to know oneself

a hum seeming to widen my periphery

i gave voice to the flood

draining from me

saturating colors images stories

as truth tellers

isolating so no one can dam(n) me up

fearing the truth

i was discredited

could there have been one flesh whose heart beat with mine?

it came as a distant voyage

accused of “feeling too much”

reconciling outwardly led to my disappearance

it didnt feel right

all my writer singer musicians

rebelled

then hustled

like a dance from politics to the heart

never resting

i was immodest and decent

trying to hide that

trying to deny it

yet no one apologized for not recognizing me

i was taught all the tricks and learned more than i needed

holding on tightly as my life depended

it could be a masquerade to entice or a hanging to dry

out

gnats are bothersome

no amount of swiping mitigates their return

“drop it”, i scold myself

the streaming

the streaming

i see my feet

the feet that gave me wings

********************

mid cold, 2025

the body remains in a staunch erectness

forced to comply under threat

they tell her her flight has delivered her

against her will

whether foreign or known

its a waiting game

the body cant be cared for though

it might need protection

surrounding her are dread and anguish howling like rage

her mind savvy not as her own

futile she remains seated

and when i gaze within her

because i can

her eyes argue with the reach for the past

her reach for the future

both a craving

an ache

her sight if followed run streaks at the crevice

thats how i know how old her body is

and for lucks sake her eyes are of both a schoolkid and a maven

i can not leave her there

so i sit too

******************** dateless

she is “sevyn” un-

scathed

intuitive

eternal

the creation of god

cherished

sentimental

hopeful

tender

and

wanting her “host” to know devotion

as her beloved

and

remember she’s always chaperoned

she is the friend i know i am

(meet indigo)

every day is a challenge