Looking out a window
I stare-not knowing what I’m looking at

Pigeons scatter for no reason
Other than to cause a ruckus

What kind of city is this
Its heart lost to the sandy despair of the homeless

Forgotten roots of mediocre beginnings
I think this city needs a washing
An epic cleansing that brings life anew
In a wave of contemporary resurgence
Highlighting the cerebral poetry of life

Red Is Your Soul


Red is your soul
A passion play
I feel hot with desire
Blushing not from embarrassment
But from an intoxicated excitement
Fires run deep
Down to a phallic position
We fall

Our hearts talk as if we were one
I feel you yearning
Body arching
Mind peaking
I plead! No, I BEG!
I open up my life to you
My whole existence belongs to you
In the briefest moment I lived and died
Knowing you has been the greatest thing I’ve ever done

Vulgar Necessity

What am I but a careless whisper in the night
Dancing duets with myself because it makes me feel pretty
Drunk on madness and self loathing
I take another sip of wine
Red like my sweet wet lips pleading for a kiss
Why wont you kiss me
Why do I have to get sloppy for you to love me
Tell me I’m pretty while you take me
Shimmering thoughts of vulgar necessity cloud my mind
Do you ever think of me when your’re with your family

I Have Distant Memories, Aye!

I’ve lived the Western frontier, drew swords with wild tumbleweed and danced the tango with ravenous wolves.
I have rolled in dirt, for the sake of art!
I’ve painted myself purple, running under the sun.
I have lived after dying.
Dried from the arid air after a wash.
I grew, and shrank.
I’ve become me more than ever.
I have loved every second of it.
More than I would have thought.

The monsoon gives life to the dead crisped sun-caked dirt.

Though…the lush green forest of my homeland, such a distant and faded memory.
It seems forever ago that I bathed my soul in natures flowing caress.
An age since I quenched my thirst in a gentle brook.
Kneeling by the water’s edge in soft moss.
Distant memories, aye!
Slowly, they awaken an itch!
An urge that never really went away!

Though I adore the long walks in familiar forests.
I’ve frankly had my fill of nefarious Southern mobsters, that proudly call themselves the “one percent”
I think my next destination will be somewhere cooler and North…and green beyond my wildest dreams.

The Calling

I felt a tug when I rounded the corner.
The narrow hallways of my old high school, still haunt my dreams.
Being here, brings back feelings long since buried.

Someone else was here.
The whole school should be vacant.
Midnight. Weekend.
My heart races at the possibility of a confrontation.
I’m here on “unofficial” business.
I followed a demon here.
My own.

I open a door.
In haste, I make bed on white royalty
And chase the dragon.

Judge Orders Arkansas To Recognize In-State Same-Sex Marriages


Fort Smith/Fayetteville News | 5newsonline KFSM 5NEWS

LITTLE ROCK (KTHV) – An Arkansas judge ordered officials to recognize over 500 same-sex marriages performed in The Natural State last year, a move that will let the couples enjoy benefits like filing taxes jointly.

Pulaski County Circuit Judge Wendell Griffen on Tuesday (June 9) validated marriage licenses issued to same-sex couples after another judge struck down the Arkansas’ gay marriage ban. The Arkansas Supreme Court halted the distribution of marriage licenses to gay couples after a week in May 2014 and is considering an appeal over a voter-approved same-sex marriage ban.

Griffen’s ruling means the couples have the ability to file taxes jointly, enroll together on state health insurance plans, appear jointly on a child’s birth certificate or even file for divorce. With that said, the state can still appeal Griffen’s ruling.

To read the full story on our affiliate station’s website KTHV – Channel 11, click here.

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