A Way Back

It’s interesting the waves of caring and compassion that occur when an “important” person commits suicide. The posts on social media start as a dribble then a flood and then it slows and once again becomes a dribble. It’s predictable and completely useless because the call is for those people; the ones who are clinically depressed, suffer mental illness, have unbearable grief…the call is for them to get help. The “helpful” people on Facebook, Twitter, etc. even cut and paste the national suicide prevention hotline.

Get help…that’s hilarious.

You’re telling someone who’s brain is already malfunctioning to do something only a well-functioning brain can assimilate and act on. You’re telling someone to somehow climb up and over that massive mountain—they know as their personal hell—that they’ve never EVER been able to surmount before to just, well, you know…get over it.


Yeah, good luck with that. The point is that people, based on their mental state, who are in the position to contemplate taking their own lives are likely alone and isolated and have shut down communications to the outside world exactly because they cannot reconcile what the world is telling them and how they know they feel. There are no amount of words on social media or flashed as a PSA on the TV that will reopen a dialogue with them until they themselves found a way out.

Meaning they are responsible for saving their own lives…and only them.

But, as a friend and loved one—or merely just because you give a fuck—you can be responsible for paying attention and noticing when they retreat, when they self-isolate. You can be responsible for lighting a path to safety through your attention and acceptance and understanding. Especially your understanding that people who are hurting so bad that ending this amazing journey can be the biggest, loudest and ugliest assholes to the people they need the most.

People like you.

And you have to let them be assholes until they’re back on safe ground, until they are no longer turning their fear and self-loathing into the weapons of destruction that they can be. Until the darkness clears and they can see the path towards life and safety. The path that only they can take…but one that you can illuminate.

So…please stop cutting and pasting the suicide prevention hotline, as if that was an actual way to help people, and start paying attention to the people you love by lighting a torch of patience and understanding so that you can actually start seeing them…

…and they can see you…

…and see a way back.

Believe. Go. Do.




It’s a big mad, crazy word that means so much and means so little, all at once. If you see it as a weapon-like thing then it’s scary as fuck but if you see it as a sharing thing, then it’s benign and almost cozy But regardless how you see it or what you think of it, no one can give it to you nor can they take it away…because…

…basically it doesn’t exist.

Power is an illusion promoted by society to set you up to struggle with other people. It’s through that struggle that you then start comparing yourself to your enemy or friend or celebrity or whomever. And it’s by that comparison that you see yourself coming up short, you see your lack of (insert something that can be purchased), your unsuitability to (insert a role in life)…ultimately, your failure. And it’s those failures where…
… society has something to sell you.

But what is not an illusion is the fact that you were born with all the tools and knowledge necessary to live a happy, fulfilled life. What is not an illusion is that you were born able to love and able to be loved by others. You need no “power” in order to do these things.

What you do need is to love and accept yourself the way you are, understanding that you are not, nor will you ever be , perfect. And that you have the ability to change those things about yourself that YOU want to change, not necessarily what society wants. Basically, you do not need to struggle with anyone…over anything…in order to validate yourself, to yourself.

And you’ll save a fuck ton of money too

Believe. Go. Do.


It doesn’t help

where are the words
that replace
the empty spot
beside you, that
fill the hole
growing deeper
as you lie awake
at night

where is the comfort
of a noise
so often heard
the rustle of linen
a heartbeat
losing its echoes
as you sleep
at night

where is the touch
that is so lost
and disappearing
so missing that
it hurts
to remember
now it’s never there
at night

words of comfort and touch
found inside where they began
a notion silently sweeping
away the emptiness at hand
They are all you.

where is the ending
of solid sordid weeping
where happy
is an adverb
attached to a life
your leading
all the while thinking
at night

here is the option
to decide to keep living
a moment lost
to thinking
while others get
the giving
of what you’ve lost
at night

where is the brightness
of morning love
the missing sequence
felt removed
and altered
turned inward and burning
tossing and turning
at night

words of option and brightness
found inside where they began
a notion silently sweeping
away the emptiness at hand

They are all you.

They are all you

They are all you.


I see your
I love you/I don’t know you,
I am
enthralled by the idea
of you, by the
essence of who I think
you are
I see you because
I am looking at you, thinking,
what might be, what
can be, what will happen
when you look back
at me
I feel you thinking; wispy and
the weight of a dream, sitting
on shoulders, on empty desks
where emotions
do their business…
day after day
I want you like I want air
water land…to walk toward
an ending imagined
and hoped for
I love you/I don’t know you
yet you are something
shining within me, a glow
that shadows my
dreams, a vague sparkle
like firefly’s
circling in the deep well
I call
in that darkness;
the corners, lost
they wait for
I can see myself

This I know…

I will wait forever to hear “yes”…

…but I want to hear “no” as soon as possible.

I know a lot of people make fun of all my gazillion First Date’s, (well, the people who give a shit) but very few actually ask about the Second or Third Date. In fact, you and they may imagine that I don’t actually do anything but have First Dates. And you would be wrong…

…I do.

Lots of them…but I don’t write about them for the simple fact that I don’t want to invade the privacy of the girl I’m going out with. I can write about the First Date because I don’t know her yet, I never mention her by name and I never really go into any kind of detail about the date other than the occasional diatribe when the date has gone horribly wrong. Those I actually enjoy writing, in fact. But…

…back to Yes versus No.

We all invest our time in various things daily…in our job, in our friends, our hobbies…and as crass as it sounds we do so with the hopes that there is a return on that investment…or ROI. We hope that the time we spend on our job rewards us (gives us an ROI) with money and a sense of self-worth. We hope the time we spend with our friends is more geared toward an ROI of a sense of acceptance and the love we feel…it’s a psychic reward. The ROI on our hobbies is that hopefully we relax and enjoy this “life” thing. But in all cases, the ROI is based on the amount of time we are willing to invest versus what we expect to happen…(and he’s the important bit)…WHEN we expect it to happen.

Imagine that you’re thinking of changing careers so you research what it takes to become Corporate Lawyer. With the additional schooling, the bar exams and the experience you will need to get there, it is likely a 10 year (at least) plan…and you’re more than qualified in all intellectual respects…but you want to be a Corporate Lawyer NEXT WEEK. That is when you want to see the ROI for all the work that will go into becoming a Corporate Lawyer. Well…

…do I really need to say anything?

All investments we make, regardless for what, have a time component attached that is as important as any other requirement. It’s no good if you finally get what you want but its usefulness is zero because too much time had passed. No one invests their time expecting nothing back and they definitely don’t set an open ended time for when they expect to be rewarded.
No one.

So let’s talk about the investment of time for First Dates. While I don’t have an exhaustive laundry list of requirements for the woman I want to fall in love with and spend the rest of my life…and that is the point of dating, by the way…I do have a general understanding of the person I am looking for. And more important than that who I am NOT looking for. I will go on Second and Third and Fourth (on and on) dates with someone whom I believe ultimately has the qualities I feel are best for a relationship…but I want to know IMMEDIATELY if they do not. The more immediate the better. The middle of the date is good 😉

Now I am always kind and sincere and explain my feeling and say that I just didn’t feel the chemistry, or that “click” and that I wish her all the best of luck yadda yadda yadda but I cut the cord as early as possible if I don’t feel “it” for that person. Like I said;

I will wait forever to hear “yes”…

…but I want to hear “no” as soon as possible.

So, yep, I go on a lot…and I mean A LOT…of first dates but that is really the only way—that works for me, my life, my schedule, etc.—to efficiently find the person I want to fall in love with and be with. But I also go on additional dates and have relationships you don’t hear about because, well…

…it’s none of your goddamn business!

Believe. Go. Do.


Wise Men


And if we were wise men
Then what do wise men do
When all the things that bother us
Are all things that’re true

I’ve walked into many, many bars in hundreds of places
Saw hundreds of stories on hundreds of faces
Saw nothing was truer than the story that is told
By the look in their eyes from the ideas that they hold

If they hate and internally burn toward some ideal
From what someone said and made them feel
If they grind, grind away at that razor sharp rock
Then pain is near and will never ever stop

If they look to the outside to judge what’s within
Seeing nothing but anger all wrapped up in sin
Then what they will find is nothing but pain
Defined by someone else and always called shame

And if we were wise men
Then what do wise men do
When all the things that bother us
Are all things that’re true

And if we were wise men
Then what do wise men think
When the things we want to float on
Are the things that make us sink

I’ve passed thousands of people in the last couple years
Each holding up a sign listing all of their fears
And almost all had listed on that bright neon sign
Hey, everything’s all right…everything’s just fine

So I guess that it is…but we all know that it’s not
It’s just people being people before they are caught
People hiding feelings, pleasures and pain
Thinking that it is the only path to stay sane

When wise men know that there is no single way
That burying what we feel will make us all pay
That the price is the loss of who we once were
When we were without the judgment incurred

And if we were wise men
Then what do wise men do
When all the things that bother us
Are all things that’re true

And if we were wise men
Then what do wise men think
When the things we want to float on
Are the things that make us sink

And if we were wise men
Then what do wise men do
When all the things that bother us
Are all things that’re true

She is Kaci


the war raged, the sky grew
dark, our…
minds grew darker
failures, a back
and forth dance of…
–I can’t say it–
the battle ended a few
hours ago, there
wasn’t much to say, not
a lot of noise…the doctors walked
the nurses put away medical things,
straightened the bed sheets
plumped her
her tears were dry
eyes closed
where there was stress lining
her brow
it was gone, she
was gone…but
in every mind, in every
that was lucky, that was
joyously and
fucking privileged
to have been witness, to have
been a party to her
there she was, there
she is…
I was lucky, no I AM
goddamn lucky
she is.