You Should

You should
know this, if
you know anything;
there is only one
you, don’t
imagine this,
it’s nothing if not
you’ve ever thought…
it is life it
is dreams
it is you
sizzling across
of blue blue
blue excitement
…of effortless
happiness and
bottomless joy, it is
you you
you—just you—being
entirely and
loving &
with the ideas,
wishes and…
(and the rest
of everything)
that only you

A Little German

This I know…

There’s a guy standing in front of you, looking in your eyes and speaking right into your face…barely a foot away. He’s obviously very interested in telling you something and by the concerned look on his face it must be extremely important. His voice intonation rises and falls—as the subject seems to vary between anger and disappointment to explanation and education—he gestures with his hands and arms as the conversation goes on. This happens for almost 45 minutes until suddenly, apparently satisfied he got his point across, he abruptly stops and walks away. The only problem was that he was talking to you in German…

…and you don’t speak German.

What do you think the effect of his words are on you? Regardless what they were—telling you how disappointed he is that you didn’t finish college or how sad he is that you’re not married or how embarrassed he is to mention to his friends that you’re not a lawyer—because you could not understand them, they have no effect at all. Regardless if that person was your father/mother, wife/husband, boss or whomever…if you cannot understand them, their words mean nothing and can’t affect you. The words have no power over you at all…and they never have, by themselves.

You give them power.

Because you allow yourself to understand the word in reference to you, you give them the power to hurt you. You decide, you choose to be hurt by those words when, in fact, the words themselves mean nothing at all. Not to your self-esteem, not to your confidence, not to who you really are. The words, regardless how important the person is who is saying them to you, mean nothing more than the affect you allow them to have. Period.

The next time you find yourself standing with someone spewing words at you, simply say this;

“Es tut mir leid , ich verstehe dich nicht , ich spreche kein Deutsch.” **

Believe. Go. Do.

~Trevor “Uber” Zen

**I’m sorry, I don’t understand you, I don’t speak German.

A Ship Called Monday


It’s the morning
a sunlight parade
motion from hands
ruffling sheets
making hair uncover eyes…
…alarm clocks shut
the fuck up
she sleeps as I don’t
waking to the thought
of last night’s words
still hanging in the air
waiting to drop like
gravity is suddenly
turned on
feet slowly swing out
pushing free of white linen
seeking the floor
motion toward the day
…the parade
standing up through
falling words
night is done
the day begun
she is an island of
in an ocean of awake
I sail out
on the tide.


It’s not without wonder, not
without a fearless incidence of
passion and simple fortitude
it is with intent
with focused assuredness
we love
we are
and…we can make it complicated
introduce complexity
re-color what nature created
and we will still be
can only be
we love
we are
with rockets falling into houses
into moments of sadness, loss and
dead children on beaches
chemical clouds
airborne hatred
taught in temples in churches
government chambers
we love
we are
and it will be this, again
and again and again
it has been this
and again
without wonder
with intent
fearless incidence
we love
we are
without price tag, without
deception and violence bought
and paid for…we
have to move past ourselves
and know
we love
we are.

Green Islands


The words sound
strange, not
just the words,
how they sound
a little bit of the middle
part, the idea
wrapped inside
…so far from what was home
green islands
warm hearts, now
something new…you
feel alone and apart and different
but good, but interested
a genuflection toward
I was happy enough to feel
a glancing blow, a flat stone
skipping across my surface
as I felt you near for
far too short of time
if there was a word
a magic that I could see
feel, hear…I would
be that, be that so
the moment didn’t stop
so that the ripples
on my surface
sink below and become
a tide…pushing
pulling us
to another place.

Painting Ideas


The moment
soft and untoward, like
rain, like a momentary breeze
a drift of casual thought, she
looked at me with meaning
seeing me with unexpecting
eyes …she watched
the words I was breathing
the ideas I was painting
in the air
between us
she saw the moment
standing still, hovering and
she reached out with tentative eyes
hesitant and softly
so softly she
pulled them into her arms
onto her skin, my words
landed and she
felt them; truly felt them
I thought as I watched her absorb little
parts of me, small ideas
and I was somehow
a tiny bit more
than I was

Dinner time

This I know…

This life we have, each of us individually, is an intensely personal experience with a wide and varied audience. We live deeply within ourselves yet simultaneously exposed in the center of a universe of others. We can literally only see through the eyes we have yet are constantly bombarded by messages pushing us to see through the eyes of others. And are shamed by society when we can’t or somehow fail to meet expectations. We are told through social and mainstream media that the answers to our most confusing questions are that there is a single golden response that solves this crisis for everyone.

It doesn’t…it can’t…

…but we’re told anyway—over and over and over again—and somehow expected to align our uniqueness and individuality with “the common good” and the “general consensus” which on its face is an impossible task. Why on this earth do we have to take something—a person—that is entirely unique, a one of a kind, and bend it and shape it and water it down until it is so utterly unrecognizable in order for it to be accepted by the rest of the bent, misshapen and watered down inhabitants of the planet?

Well…we don’t.

The fact of the matter is that being individual, being different, being not common—pick your own adjectives, there are so many to choose from—is exactly the way we should be trying to fit in to society. It’s in the overlap, the gaps, the edges that don’t quite line up between us that makes this universe an interesting place…and one we all want to live in. It’s certainly not the edges that fit perfectly, that cause no friction, that are so generic that they are usually not even seen or heard.

So, when you see those messages to either conform or revel in your freakdom (not much middle ground allowed), think one simple thought; “it doesn’t matter how amazing a meal tastes, if you have it for breakfast, lunch and dinner every single day, it loses all of its individuality and eventually you will learn to hate it.”

Don’t be that meal.

Believe. Go. Do.