No Feels

Feel no way.. Feel no way.. Lately I’m only painting grey. A washed out hue, of baby blue, A drunken shade of pink. Two dozen roses in the garden And they aren’t even red. The hell with the color of a flower, the petals still end up on your bed. I’m filling myself with a…

For the Love of Aggression

5/21/17 16:23 Chicago, IL, USA Have you ever wondered why humans know the differences between right and wrong, instilling love and compassion towards one another for thousands of years, yet still enjoy the gamey taste of violence and the scent of aggressive behavior? I for one can find myself trapped in this fascinating life dilemma….