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poet tree

I wake up
hung-over from the night before
the air is ripe with familiarity
my feet hit the floor

first, a shower
then comes an hour
drowning in shower thoughts
steam fills the air as I fill with regret

I have failed
I have succumbed
to the divine taste of wine
yet again
numbness runs down my spine
as I recall the siren song
the bottle played me all night long
the warmth of its voice still breathing down my neck

I am trapped
at the bottom
not of a bottle
but in the pit of despair
the bottle is merely my fleeting attempt to pull me out of there

I claw
I clammer
Grasping vice after vice
attempting my way back to the better version of me that I barely remember

my hope
is a thread
my shame
is sharp
can I climb my way up before I cut me apart?

I am luck to say
the answer is yes

I have taken the time to grow my own vine
yes, I am on the mend

self-love is in season

for I partake in a daily ritual
harvesting the grapes of love I now grow from within

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grapes of love

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C-R-E-A-T-E

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the space between infinity

Moths in Space

pale green
floating in periphery
perched on fern
between graveyard conversations
and something profound

the delicate tail of memory
lingers in moonbeams captured on polaroid film
philosophizing meanings of love
record spinning house electronica
warm background

live for a week to notice beauty
and snapdragon, tansy, jasmine
olfactory intoxicating
delicate frequencies to fathom

biological hues of watercolor spread thin wings
carrying me
home to distant stars
habitat orbiting steam
rising between
words transmuted via café antennae
breaking free of revolving routine

mothstronaut
traversing terrestrial rings
lifeform
poetry written in ink
inside helmet oxygen links
outerspace creations
to dreams we seek
inside surreal formations
floating asleep
attuning fluttering rhythmic beat

never
stop
dreaming
in pink 

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moths in space

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levothyroxine

I grab my flat white.
I sip. I write.
Like clock-work.
The aroma brings clarity. The taste provides focus.
Words fill the page.
I hit publish.
My morning ritual is complete.
Habits
Everyone has habits. Good and bad.
Naturally, we want to stop the bad and maintain the good. But that is easier said than done.
To control your habits, as opposed to allowing your habits to control you, you need to understand the domino effect.
The domino effect of habits
Every habit has a single trigger action that unleashes a series of actions following. Once the first domino falls, they all tumble down.
To stop bad habits, prevent trigger actions from pursuing.
To maintain healthy habits, consistently pull the trigger.
I write blog posts daily. How?
I drink coffee.
I never write without my cup of joe.
By consistently drinking coffee before I write, I further instill coffee as the habitual trigger that sets my mind in motion to write. With every passing morning ritual, the transition into my writing mindest becomes more fluid.
Why is this powerful?
There are days I don't feel like writing. The written blog post is sitting on top of a mountain staring down at me. Climbing that mountain is intimidating.
There is never a day I don't feel like drinking coffee. It's a much easier task to accomplish.
I use this to my advantage.
I sip my coffee. I write.
Like clock-work.
The aroma brings clarity. The taste provides focus.
Words fill the page.
I hit publish.
My morning ritual is complete.

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grab your flat white

thump. thump. thump. thump.
on and on it goes…
how many beats? nobody knows.
to it’s credit it is shockingly relentless
practically begging you to forget about it
and so you do.
day in. day out.
working in the background.
as you mosey around.
the sound drowns
it fades away
day after day after day
it’s funny the things in life that we take for granted
the constructs that are nestled so deeply within us
but then again, this is by necessity
see, you and me
we are free
from the things on repeat
all the mundane
the plane.
or else we’d go insane
losing the bandwidth to understand the novelty emerging in frame
thump. thump. thump. thump.
again again and again and again
the vibrance of this beat understood only within
for its outwardly presence is one of deception
cloaking the tireless force that breeds conception
a force so fundamental to this very moment
that if stopped, will kill you.
one second contains beauty at an unknowable scale
it possesses sunsets and sunrises
the enthralling world that lies within a lover’s eyes
the smell of bacon
or the occasional pleasant surprise
they layers of life are one of ultimate technicolor
woven in miraculous fashion
full of splendor and clover
shouldn’t we be thanking our heart that this isn’t over?
thump. thump. thump. thump.
a second can also drag its nails deep into your skin
it has the power to break you
exposing the fragility and impermanence of the spin
yes the rotation you’ve grown so accustomed to
going round and around on a floating rock called Earth
the only thing you’ve ever known since it gave rise to your birth
yes, this too has fallen into the realm of the mundane
and isn’t that shame?
life is fading. beat by beat.
while necessary and easy to forget
let this sit
and simmer
and serve as a reminder to remember
that there is unfathomable beauty in this second
and it isn’t forever
for our existence is at the mercy of the mundane forces doing us a favor.

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the mundane

Do you ever feel stuck in your creative process?
Most creators stumble into uncreative prisons. They are unable to manifest original ideas and continue to produce new work. For writers, this is called writer’s block.
Writer’s block can be a frightening and equally frustrating experience. But it can be beaten.
As a frequent writer, I am forced to overcome creative stagnation regularly. Here are two exercises that pull me back into the flow of creativity:
1. Write a shit-list
One form of writer’s block is the inability to produce new ideas or topics of discussion. This lack of ideas transpires from mental borders that you impose on yourself. For example, you’ve always written about mental health, so you “aren’t allowed” to write about climate change. But when you realize that you are the only one who is stopping you from writing outside of the “normal”, you can begin to expand your creative horizons.
Expansion of ideas can take form in what I call the “shit-list.” To begin, grab your paper or open a new document. Now start listing every writing idea that comes to you, the more awful the idea, the better. The goal is to create a list of the shittiest ideas possible. The crafting of a shit-list is simply an exercise that allows you to tear down self-imposed borders by giving you the freedom to generate horrible ideas.
Once you complete your list, step away for a few hours or days. When you return to your list, you might be surprised. More often than not, there will be a quality idea mixed in with all the bad.
2. Drink from a fire hydrant
Ever heard of the phrase “You are what you eat”?
It’s by Anthelme Brillat-Savarin, and it speaks to the idea that to create content, you must immerse yourself in content consumption. When you lack ideas or the ability to write the concluding paragraph, consume content relentlessly. To produce, you must feed your brain consistently. In actionable terms, listen to a podcast, read a book, indulge in online articles daily. Drink from the fire hydrant of ideas, overflow your mind with the creations of others. The result is a surplus of inspiration.
Are you stuck? Try the above exercises.
Return to the flow of creativity.

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how to overcome writer’s block

The beach
9/29/23
 I am here
for now
is when I am carried by the salty air
as it rolls across the crests
of ocean waves that draw me near
sunshine clear
and used cigarette butts feeling used
between pure
white quartz crystal
my toes sink into the shores I call my home
we are all alone
continuously eroding our clock
as our futures arrive at different speeds
do you see the shimmer of your death bobbing on the horizon?
swim to it as slow as you can
or be yanked by the sea of comfort
and drown in bushwackers, oxybenzone and plastic waterbottles


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the beach

Day in. Day out. Isn't that what it's about?
Yes. No. I don't know. I don't know anything. Not really. The more I know, the less I know. The less I want to know. It's a vicious cycle. But nonetheless...makes me human.
Aren't we all twiddling our thumbs? Doing our best to live our lives the "right" way? To heal the scars of yesterday? To take one step forward each and every day...sometimes to take two steps back.
Days turn into weeks. Weeks turn into months. And months turn into seasons. And just as surely as summer fades into winter, so do the seasons of our lives pass by us.
Some are warm. And long. Others bitter. Also long. For each, we make the most of it. At the very least, survive. If lucky, even thrive.
We get up. We got knocked down. We get up. We get knocked down. We spin round and round on a floating rock called Earth.
Our entire lives we worry. We doubt. We learn. We grow. We do our best with what we know.
We laugh. We smile. We cry. We hurt. Undeniably, we also love. We are energy floating in this existence we call, universe.
For as long as we have today, will we move forward. Into tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day. Wake up. Go to sleep. Wake up. Until eventually...the last day.

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day in. day out.

Goodbye
12/10/23

what goes up must come down
a thought reminiscent of the ocean sounds
that drown my ability to live freely
held hostage by their impermanence
and the reality of gravity
that pulls at my youthful skin
until it thins
and begins to succumb to the merciless finitude
that permeates my days as my face
takes the shape
of ripples in the wake
that time creates
as the amplitude of my fate
becomes more apparent in the mirror

I am going to die. this is clear

the body i see in the reflection before me
is merely the unique manifestation of energy
we call universe
I am a wave in the sea of all things
the anatomical result provided by the will
that cascaded through time and space
on January 8th
2001
my time begun
then one
then two
three years
four
how many more will i have to explore
before my body dissolves into the foam
that recedes from the shores of my home
how do i feel less alone
and savor the chance to look back and admire the beauty
of footprints in the sands that came before me?
to ride this wave presently, authentically
oh what a mystery
it is to be human
what a marvelous opportunity it is to be me
to see
to breathe
floating free in the colors of curiosity
until I wave my last goodbye 

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goodbye

zest of life
green lime
dust dancing in 
patience
citrus sublime
patience
I'll squeeze out in time
patience
tingles flowing throughout my spine
patience
juice of fruit of heavenly divine
patience
is all you need 
to find
patience
tastes like joy of mind

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zest of life

bliss dance 
coincidence
we meet again
foundation gripping tree
reminding me
surrender
green wisdom
comforting

guide beyond my boundaries
my roots are falling free
the call of your horizon
lilac blissfully 


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bliss dance

Cornflakes
12/22/23
 there is comfort soaking
in the known routine  that revolves around me
predictibility 
with a side of certainty
poured out of a box each morning
as I gaze into the bowl of cereal
to see the events of the day rotating
like cornflakes in milky mundane
sweet at first
then the taste of death lingers on my tongue until sunset
followed by bitter regret
I let another day
shape my fate
into sitcom reruns stuck between
couch crevices and tv frames

I know there is more than the day before
waiting for me tomorrow
potential energy I can borrow
and convert myself into something
more free
to be the the voice inside
reminding me who I'm supposed to be
rising above mountain peaks
actualizing dreams I've spent years imagining
as I approach speeds of terminal velocity
and gaze at life beyond this airplane window seat
with hope that courage tastes better than cornflakes from the day before
  

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cornflakes

Bird House
skin piece shuttering
revealing humanoid arteries
growing between floral
heart piece floating in ice

human surveillance of
taxidermied time
cracks
under pressure
connecting stories
of life realizing plaster
divides

organic formations 
feelings arise
sounds of the living
bird song mornings
combine

melodic foundations
vines intertwine 
beings thrive on 
society
thrives on beings

organism(s)
take flight

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bird house

fond energy
the sting of carbon dioxide
grounds me in nostalgic
musings of childhood summers 
riding bikes and sipping coke
when life never ended
and balancing on railroad tracks 
captivated attention
falling risk free
stood back up
scraped my knee on simplicity


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fond energy

Three Wise Monkeys
i hear the beat of restaurant xylophone
conversations of connection
ordering chicken broth
kombucha between lines
and a cat waving back at me
I see people around 
stranger reflections refracting
typing between the smells of beef fumes
and black dome lights
at night the mother city tastes of ramen
i feel free
sustained
but incomplete 
I need social interaction
fingertips buzzing with energy
buddha statue and soreness from yoga
stress free but need sleep

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three wise monkeys

Art
9/5/23
art creates space
to be free
from the constraints of conformity
it's the muscle of letting go
of releasing ego
so that the wisdom of the universe may move through you
into reality
I'm laying in a pillow of green
I'm reminded that I am nature
nature is me
and I am free
freedom is the byproduct of letting go
if you want to be free, let go
of assumptions
of expectations
of personal narrative
just be
free
orange blossoms make me warm inside
remember to look at life like you've never looked at it before
I love mountain silhouettes
anything that exists cannot be lost
lost is a relative concept 

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poet tree leaves

vessel of light
life flows chaotically
wax seams dripping
commodities
drying to symbols
sticking to dreams
actions dry over actions
but light the flame
the past is melted
you were always free to see

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vessel of light

Jigsaw
8/27/23

time is a puzzle
we are the peace
notice the pull of gravity
between a meadow and black sheep
adjacent light beams
refracting
in the sea of vulnerability

I see you
you see me
star gazing
earth rotating
what are we if minds not free
grounded in curiosity
bare feet in fields of green
talking theories of conspiracy

psychological kaleidoscopes are the antidote
to finger cuts
wine red, scarlet hue
bandaids stop the bleeding
super glue too

my toes are curled into the sands that make me
standing firm amongst my sun-kissed shores
I am not eroded by souls of salt
but colored in time
by the change of tides
I swim amongst

sunlight spattered crests of ocean
fill my mouth
as I’m carried by the cosmic
undercurrent that runs through all things
I am not the same
I cannot be contained

we are water
floating in space
that time creates
to take the shape
of a puzzle piece
falling asleep
as we dream of the discoveries
far beyond airplane window seats 

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jigsaw

Detox Juice
I'm found
between leaves
rainbow streams
gliding down earth's crevices
into pools of tannin root
accents
komorebi hues
do you feel that too?
universe leaning into view
bird
floating
crack
souls engraving roots 
deja vu
I'm in a loop
waterfall of detox juice

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we are the universe ✨