Technical Writing & Random Thoughts
| The Brutality of Youth - The First Words | :1991-1994 |
| Vanity - Product of a Public Education | :1995-1998 |
| The Resident Muse - The Coffeehouse Era | :1999-2000 |
| Post Education - The Hardcore Haze | :2001-2002 |
| Overworked - Reflections On A Lesser Existence | :2003-2006 |
| Daily Missives - The Poem of the Day Collection | :2005-2007 |
| Sweet Dreams And Other Fictions | :2008- |
| 99.9 | We stomp and turn about in our petty Self concerned worlds Never caring whom we step on, In a place where welcome Has turned into nothing more than shouts And offers of cheap bits of machine made Steaming shit. And bumper stickers that show what hypocrites we are. We have phased ourselves out of thinking But will we? We have led ourselves and our posterity Even when it isn't... We grew up surrounded by a "new" generation, And watch the bridges burn between individuals and individuality. Do we stop to think, or to feel? The state of the world that we created. We worry, without actually caring Maybe that would be a good thing...
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| A Gift From the Natives | |
| A Pie | |
| All About You | |
| All I Ever Was | |
| CMP | |
| And So, I Write | |
| Don't Ask Questions | |
| Fight, Fight... Fight | |
| Ink On Paper | |
| My Monster | |
| Neurophobic | |
| Past Tense | |
| Quiet Repose | |
| Self Inflicted Puppetry | |
| Senses | |
| Playing Chess Alone Again | |
| Nonexistence | |
| Sterile | |
| Strung Along | |
| The Bitterest Truth | |
| The Heart Will Know | |
| The Right Directions | |
| This Is It... This is It! | |
| Time to Come Clean | |
| Too Much of Too Little | |
| Unfounded | |
| Variable: x | |
| When the Sky Fell | |
| With Nothing to Say | |
| Without Failure | |
| You and My Anxiety | |