Tweak's Poetry

I wish you were a little less pretty.

July 2026

I wish you were a little less pretty. Seeing how you illustrate yourself… Because now everyone treats you petty but with at least one exception: myself.

Can you see we are soil?

June 2026

Everything is temporary, everything is grand. Everything is put together and probably unplanned. And the moments of wonder like chickens and eggs. Make me look skyward and utter: questions I beg.

New Peer Pressure

April 2026

I stare at glowing smoke burning by my finger tips. I haven’t smoked a thing since training singer’s lips. This jolly man passed a blunt like black Santa Claus he applauds my freestyle on corruption in the law. There’s only one rule in this circle cypher moment:

Rotton Lot

October 2025

It's what we're taught. "Turn it down!" "Don't play with fire, you'll burn it down..." So, I am muted -- as self instructed. Those waves you broke are conductive. You will die in ripples of pain, it's your fault you are insane! Copy, paste, sex reproduce. You're feeding a black hole you induced. Wake up - I don't know what dreaming is; I secretly think they're false images. Only people dammed by choice lies can sleep in make belive surprise. You're a zombie and I'm cursed with thought. Ignorance must be bliss for you rotton lot.

Spiritual Food

October 2025

The great talented human people serve as food for greater evils And when they're ripe and ready society calls them mentally untsteady. Those who possess something Shining are what the overlords are mining. Grind them down. Wear them out. Force them pills. Turn insides out. So now those once bright stars are farmed, extract their ghosts - bodies unharmed.

De-Man

October 2025

Is he a demon with a plan? or another oridnary man? But whose to say who lusts for blood? Rocks. Spears. Swords. Arrows. Guns? I'm afraid of what's inside your mind. You could be alright, but full of lies. Rapists, murderers, cannibals in disguise. How could you know, have you tried? I'm scared at your dormant potential When anarchy rules, your devil's revealed.

Marvin Espy Gallery of Fine Art

September 2025

Can you see the nerd in purple, Fly like Wi-Fi sly like Urkel? These beats are clean, fresh like Dougie - Find me typing - love is funny.

The History of New York City

February 2025

The eight million who live in this bustling space walk its streets, determined, at a faster pace than they who settled its swamps in antiquity: the shellfishing native Unami-speaking Lenape.

Sand Castles

December 2024

Do architects miss building up sand castles? Their time's now occupied by modern hastles. It gives me some peace to lapse in simplicity, how I once, for fun, wrote these verses so easily.

Catowl

November 2024

asterisk * = breath Once upon a flowing rhyme twas a universe-double lined with mine where portmanteau connections swell

Happenstance Chancy

November 2024

Beauty love and inclusion puzzle piecewise wide infusion connected cuddled cradled carried blissful creamy dreamy berries wide-eyed wondered aphantasic complex chaos peacful basic let these words tap off your mind

Bubbled Wax

October 2024

I once wrote poems all the time I'd dream of lyrics that all rhymed The mold built by splashing sap Which grew and stretched in bubbled wax

Engine Your Ear In

September 2024

I’ll inflate your ego bubble up and feed known mental receptors synapse connectors

Popular Opinion is One I Need Not Agree With

August 2024

When you crave authenticity, you spur ingenuity. Make it count, make it real to them ‘n you ‘n me.

How Was Your Day?

April 2024

It’s often not sweet. As it’s often not happy.And sometimes the rhymes miss the correct beat. Since daily life is usually crappy.With passing nights she rests in your armsyou shield her from the blistering cold - preventing threats from inflicting her harmdaydreaming moments of how you’ll grow old. Your mutual warmth bonds in stronger healthholding one another close like no othercombined in a better version of yourselves

The Toilsome Twosome

April 2024

Exactly 33 years after the king's first breath, Kelly and her mother’s eyes first met. Suddenly she’s rockin’ Krakow university - composing harp melodies with creativity. Soon daddy decreed Poland be quarantined - cuz Casimir gets what Casimir wants  “whadda great guy cuzza plagues thatty stops.” An escape hatched from her slumbering dreams for constructing a lofty eagle-feather-winged-glider that led her off the edge of Wawel’s tallest tower where she vanished silent in flight that moonless midnight hour. She touched down far beyond the suppressing city walls; and by noon had traveled over 60 miles. She snuck quiet and cool with goods stashed in her cloak: some flint, a dagger, gold, arrows, and a bow. She hunted, she gathered, she foraged, she cooked - the wilderness was hers: everywhere she looked. But, she longed for songs; missing melodic rhythms - isolation conjured in her an inner cynicism. Traveling north, she sought minstrels in the Kingdom of Novgorod: no one parties like bardies: those creative, clever lot. The path led her to a strangely serene village, intact and undamaged, lacking any sign of pillage… where no sound echoed off thatch-roof cottage streets except for droning swarms of infinite fleas. Pain and suffering were caught stiff in corpses’ poses holding horrid expressions stuck in rigor mortis - the awful acrid stench made her cover her face - overwhelming instinct demanded she escape. Dark vile ooze seeped black apple-sized boils leaking creases in deceased adults, boys, and girls. Rotting fingers clutched bibles, rose petals, and posies caked with black vomit dried on their clothing.

Too many to choose, of which I want to choose all

January 2022

It's been a while since I posted a poem. So much irritation subdued in frustration. The creative bell rings less often when these distractions soften the blows to vibration and stifled timing. Here I go again, whining. It's incredible we have so many tools at our disposal Too many too choose, of which I want to choose all.

To Finn

September 2021

To win is to collect Among people we respect Your mom's a smart lady training your intellect School is full of both smarties and fools So stay focused and smart Love science and art You're 4 years old today So I might be so bold as to say you are more of a man everyday every way So learn patience at these boys who surround you If they seem foolish then fools are around you And it may be a bother though never your fault Be good to your mother even if you Know it all.

I vow to get a different blog app.

August 2021

It’s euphoric Phantasmagoric I had this really lovely flow stream that WordPress ruined with these fucking distracting blocks, I wanted to do a page break by hitting enter but instead it made a block. I vow to get a different blog app.

Poetry

August 2021

Where gun shots blaze – an explosion of feathers Daffodil petals Knife wounds fester – aurora borealis rainbow colors When explosions ring – harps pluck purity elasticity Calamitous comets ingenuity Why sadists lick blood off the tines of their forks – spooning cuddlers caress longing in language And when one sits without love – poetry

Incrementing Incompleteness

August 2021

Held within modern cinema is the same fantastic idea; except the fantasy is now computerized and super human powers are CGI’ed. “We want to be the hero,” said everyone, worldwide; although there are the hidden few who take the sadist’s side. My best friends are pen and paper as well as camera and computer; my friends are ones I create on landscapes in scapes escapes. I have friends I didn’t create – at least not directly, but if I direct my path and fate Then: We. You. I. Select me. There is a holiness in loneliness since you and I are the same, we’re all part of infinity incrementing incompleteness

Iced 2 Liter

July 2021

Dear Thor

July 2021

Unsent Letter to a Novice

June 2021