What’s mine will be mine.You know what I’m saying?What’s Ceasar’s can stay Ceasar’s.He can have the mud.I’ll grow glorious gardens full of abundance and love.He can stay with Circé in King’s Landing if he wants.Eventually I will come along and restore the throne to Penny.The Op will be complete when 182 envies,Scatter like the wind…

Casting spells from hell—I guess it’s this damn bell I’m wearing.Sharing all my gifts with thoseWho deserve all the love— You are down here too, but frightened,I’d help you, Brother, hell — I tried,But you fucking lied to get us here,And I’m expected above. I faced The Devil man-to-man—Motherfucker cowered before me.It’s okay it’s not…

Hansel and Grace Both won the race (It was a potato sack race.

Ask if your suffering is just belief in Time.Ask if you carry yourself knowing you’re divine.Ask if all your problems are because you think you’re running outWhen the supply is endless and the lack is just your doubt.

I’m Pee Wee fucking Herman. Some fat kid stole my bike. But I know I will get it back. I don’t care if he likes it. What’s mine is mine and I’m divine. So my word’s good as gold. And my destiny has been written In all the stories ever told.

You are a child of God, Dear. What is there to fear?

all done in the dark will enter the light

A bit of personal venting about how the people who have done me wrong will never take accountability thus continue to suffer

Your greatest misfortune is wearing a mask. I know you can’t see past it, But behind that persona, lies all of your dreams You just have to outlast it.

You’re wandering around with a hook for a hand,When I am Peter Pan—Flying all around you,While the chaos tries to drown you.I’m sorry that I’m laughing, coz.It’s just… I get the joke.And you will too, although not soon.First you’ll have to croak.And you’re so scared of dying, coz,You don’t know how to live.It’s fear that…

Hola, me llamo Ahab…

Benji’s in the basement. He’s scared, but has a friend.

I’m coming to get you, Eury,

Is writing this poem reacting?When the prism is barely refracting?Colors of Seven—Which one is Heaven?It’s purple, and damn it’s distracting.

You mistake familiar for safe,But my familiar’s a crow named Apollo.He’s helping me murder my ego.Wherever my soul goes, He seems to follow. I do have a safe at the feet of my Goddess.Your ‘safe’ is boring, but you’ll find company.I’d rather be alone, myself, than with fools.Cowards commune with cowards, you see. Courage is…