I am iblieve

a name derived from waking up to the joys of life and realizing each breath we take is a magical gift not to be taken lightly, or too seriously. I believe in the power of belief, that change in our life takes place when we truly believe and that belief drives us towards the desired change. I incorporate my beliefs into my poetry often times revealing the darkness in life using words like a razor to cut away the veil that keeps us blinded to the truth. Read my words read them well they might take you into your personal hell

but I promise

you will discover your own personal heaven on the other side.

I live in a small town outside Portland Oregon with my wife Dandylion and her four kids. Together we work to raise the children to be individuals and to have the knowledge to make the right choices in their life because in the end our lives are shaped by the choices we make.

Dandylion and I run an online poetry site called

Dreamers And Rainbow Chasers

Society of Poets and Writers (D.A.R.C. for short).

Check us out at www.darcpoetry.com.



Everyone is welcome but we have incorporated a system of checking out each new member before they can post because of spammers and pornography links being posted there. I would like to think that my poetry is not one dimensional, I strive to write about a multitude of subjects and sometimes it comes out dark and sometimes it comes out showing the beauty of life. I never try to write with a certain structure or rhyme, my poetry is what it is and I never shackle my muse. I have a book of poetry published here at Poetry Palace called “The Total Of My Soul” that I am very proud of. I have another book in the works but haven’t had the chance to get it published yet. I have one novel published at http://www.buybooksontheweb.com entitled “To Catch A Dragon.” I have a sequal to that book almost ready to publish but there is just not enough time in the day to get it done. I can’t think of anything else important so I will end this with some of my new poems.



The King of Foolish Intent

I hung in the back of my mind

watching the idiot play the fool

slipknot noose cutting off my religion

seeing the show in reverse.



All those little quirks coming to the light

as I pronounced the kingdom to be mine.

Still the paupers thought I but a joke

laughing they made their bread

kneaded with my folly.



It is a whimsical situation

when crowned the fool with thorns.



I hung in the back of my mind

as the noose was loosened

and the crowd began to disperse

all my personal demons

eating the flesh of reason.



I turned to look within

while the fool smiled with glee,

and I, lost in thoughts of rebellion

could not get my sanity back

as the noose tightened once more

leaving me hanging

in the balance.

1-5-07



In My Darkened Kingdom


In my darkened kingdom slaughtered angels lie

my evil intent plucked them from darkened skies.

All is desolate all is dreary drab

as mental wounds bleed from rotting scabs.



I hid behind white lies my demonic trash

until into destruction my demented soul did crash

Inside my skull a tomb full of carcasses from the past

all those golden dreams never meant to last.



So now I feast upon Angels as sanity is lost

all thoughts of purity wither in the frost.

Welcome to my wasteland deep inside my mind

no need to look for beauty none will you find,

only my demons eating angelic flesh

waiting for the angel of hope the delicacy they like best.



1-6-07



Vulgar Utopian Wasteland



I look into the future what do I see

nothing worth while, little for me.



I cannot get excited about the latest fad

deviants, miscreants children with dead beat dads..



Over population, crowded schools

colleges graduating well educated fools.



Big business in bed with politicians

oral sex negotiation conspiratorial grins

producing results hard to comprehend.



I look into the future with disdain

to be politically correct is profane.



Bombastic elastic hypocrites

unwilling to speak truthful terminology

afraid to offend the high class mentality

of the well educated fool lacking common sense

but in their actions ill-will is dispensed.

Taking benefits from the handicap and elderly

to fight a fucking war that means nothing to me.



I look into the future without hope

no wonder half of America is on dope

The future that I see makes me rebuke

your vulgarized Utopian wasteland as I puke

on your $1,000 suit.



1-13-07



Chewing Old Bones



Feeling abandoned but wanting to be alone

drowning in silence, melancholy’s soothing tone

played by yesterday melodic refrain

relishing the savory stew of pain.

Mainlined misery just to past endless time

driving my resolve deeper into a stagnant mind.

Fighting temptation to excavate those curious bones

archeological digs into memories better left alone.

Barking dogs long dead whisper secrets left unsaid

revealing bloody stained sheet in conspiratorial beds.

Feeling abandon, better than being stoned

by memories of friends and lovers long gone

snapshot proofs you are better off alone

Listening to dead dogs chewing old bones.



1-13-07



Bluebirds Frozen In Unraveling Time



Catastrophe,

a dot past the apostrophe

clinging to the metaphor of distress,

bluebirds frozen in unraveling time,

an analogy to the state of mind

when loneliness becomes a noun

encompassing all we are

written in symbolic code,

encryptions from the dark side

of a plot that never thickened,

an ending never told.

Catastrophe within the heart

when adjectives are burning swords

painful to smear upon the page

once white with purity

fornicated with emotional thrusts

of a pen enraged with conjecture

falling short of all the reasons

why clinging to the metaphor of distress

leaves us a dot past the apostrophe revealing

bluebirds frozen in unraveling time.

Should I say more

about my Catastrophe.



1-31-07



Sour Breath Breezes



sour breath breezes fade

into yesterday's malady

tomorrow’s sun lights the shadows

where the banshees hide

inside my mind

screaming yesterday’s

sour breath breeze

smelled so good

as I hold my nose

sinking into a

surrealistic realty

built for two

where are you?

Still lost in Yesterday's

sour breath breezes.



2-16-07



Eat Your Carrot Cake and Bend Over Bitch



Its a sad state

as the affairs are revealed

hardcore political sex

and you never knew your were their whore.



Carrot Cake and sodomy,

give it to me,

its has to be healthy the Surgeon General

has put his stamp of approval on it.

Oh wait, sorry,

that's his dick up my worn out ass.



4-2-07



Lost In A Seventies Smoky Dream



Satan is dressed in drag

looking like the May Queen

remembering the days of the dime bag

stuck in that seventies smoky dream

I aint going back to Maggie’s farm

nothing left but a rotting old barn

nothing grows but bitter weeds

uncle Sam stole all the good seeds

Criminalized living free, made the soil sour

while the May queen bathes in brimstone showers.



Think I’ll paint My Masterpiece in blood

a peace sign drifting in a flood

as rivers run red under a burning sky

understanding the reason weeping willows cry.

A nod is as good as a wink to a blind horse

and most are blind to the remorse

living in the aftermath of a seventies smoky dream

because Satan is dressed in drag looking like the May Queen



My stairway to heaven crumbled to dust

better to fade away than to rust

toting this heart of gold

sure made me feel old

As Led Zeppelins crash and burn

And Neil isn’t young

anymore and neither am I

it makes me cry

sitting here wishing castles made of sand

didn’t crumble to the sea,

knowing I really did see

Satan dressed in drag

looking like the May Queen

tempting me with a dime bag

lost in a seventies smoky dream.



Illuminate My Crime



So much I’d like to know

watching the river flow

into a savage sea

leaving all prosperity

behind it’s raging tragedy.



God is laughing at his joke

life a wheel with broken spokes

and I see the rain soak

the ground beneath the fallen oak.

wondering when the stars shine

does it illuminate my crime

or is it all in my mind

wishing I could leave in all behind.



So much I’d like to know

watching the river flow

into a savage sea

leaving all prosperity

behind it’s raging tragedy

wondering when the stars shine

does it illuminate my crime.



4-17-07



God Is A Junkie



Experimental breeding protocols gone awry,

an alien penis invades the goddess’s eye.

Man procrastinates while the time steam flows,

a contaminated vortex of any thing goes.

Sex in the attic hide the bloody sheets

talk to no one we must be discrete.



(read all about it )

A front page massacre of justice and truth

because God is a junkie and the devil’s aloof.

Can I buy a bag of that cosmic shit

because the life I live is counterfeit?



Experimental breeding protocols gone awry

an alien penis invades the goddess’s eye

totally blinded by the spermicidal flux

barren and bare conjuring a celestial crux.



Man is a parasite a nasty disease

an alien in the woodwork, pesticide please.

Massive hemorrhaging a cancerous plight

The goddess is raped in a fabricated night.



(read all about it)



A front page massacre of justice and truth

because God is a junkie and the devil aloof.

Can I buy a bag of that cosmic shit

because the life I live is counterfeit?



5-16-07



Are My Wings In Fashion?



The glow is more than the moth in us can refuse

wicked shimmering light designed to abuse

weakening the spiritual connection

interrupted is the grasp on perfection.

As I fly into the inferno of passion

oh God I pray my wings are in fashion.



5-21-07



Magic Left In Me



Night falls away

recedes

into just another

yesterday

I weathered the

storm

almost blown away



but



in the first rays of light I see

shadows of magical creatures scurrying away

to hide in the realm man can't go,

I see the magic show.



As the sun breaks to full shine

I look inside to see the magic left in me

and I water it with imagination

so that it will always grow.