How Do I Feel?

Hair’s on fire Heart’s beating outta my chest I’m a fucking pack of TNT ready to explode Gunpowder from the grenade in hand burns flesh Restful sleep interrupted by fitful nightmares Fists punching me, hard Lashing in… …lashing out Am I still bleeding? Or, am I healing ? This is All so Fucked I’m sacred….

“The Kill”

Crashing, no one spared. Fearing the flames, consuming And yet, hope lives here

Sun Rising Over Myanmar

Running these dusty roads in complete darkness, just before sunrise. I step into a centuries old shrine, shoes & socks off, and am face to face with Buddha. In total darkness. Barefoot on hard bricks, I kneel down, prostrate before a manifestation of the One. Overwhelmed. The sun rises. By 6:00am the tiny village nearby…


I saw through to the Other Side… I ran, and ran, and ran I fall now, prostrate to the Higher One.