Could I say what I meant to say, by saying what I will.

Might I write what I may, an expression can’t be stilled.

Tickle me, you tickle now, a thought within my mind.

Trickle down, further down, answers I must find.

Shattered ceilings send falling stars, crashing to the floor.

Please danger, stay afar, I plead forevermore.

Whisper now, I whisper you, a prayer to only her.

Know me now, I know you, a subject to her.

Dying breath, sweet lonely breath, you die in the wind.

Can I now, slowly now, find a beginning to an end?

Writing daily, daily I 

They will bring you down

They will bring you down.

Not because you are important or even that you are a threat.

They simply hate the man that strives to touch the sun.

For they are grounded and will never know the freedom of flight.

Instead they only know jealousy, pain, and hate.

That is their cross to bear.

I have plenty of my own.



Dying Eyes

Dying eyes, you die so well.

Dripping, dropping tears that sell.

Dying will, die you now?

Do I die without a sound?

Eyes that see, see you now?

Easing, pleasing to be found.

Dying eyes, now I see.

What I was truly meant to be.

-Opinionated Man



Something | Popcorn & Shells 

I observe you observing me. We observe each other under the observation of others. String theories creating complex figures for the connection of others. All of it stemming from simple human interest. A need to know.


Popcorn & Shells

We see the pain of society daily. Ringing bullets falling in places devoted to emotion, not violence. Falling shells by falling popcorn, screams of entertainment transformed into screams of reality. How sad to shatter the innocent with those that can handle such a moment. Prayers given for the suffering and the suffered. The world is a horrible place.

For LA

-Opinionated Man



Chaining Words

I enslave words daily to my will. Chaining letters next to strangers to create the emotion of the moment. I write easily with my right hand. Creating word strings in the night against the backlight of an iPhone. Making my thoughts as real as the words before me. I hear the clank of their imprisonment as I shut the door of finality upon my whispers in the night. They join my chained spirit and my still heart.