alternate reflections 


sweet honey meets my lips


fighting the urge to believe



re – meeting all the ones that frequent my heart


with each fulfilling lean I turn to create my own yummy team

independent thrust
I am my own logical love at best

addicted to the sun addicted to the sex addicted to the attention

the beats typing a certain amount of words per minute

its all going to change

every little piece so we tend to cling

like a lost sense

my favorite is mine

each magnificent thought is what re aligned

i get so caught up in the motion

so indulged by the mess

i like to get high

to relieve my stress

when the solitude gets a hold of me

all i do is attach

like a flaw

with a flow

in a frustrating world


like heaven

like haven


but more or less just leaving photo footprints and chills up my spine sleeping in till noon and watching everyone else wither by my side addicts all around me broken lovers trapped in their minds, an un organic kind. tragic ending up to a dotted line.  when you cant understand whats up with the mental and whats indulging about leaving paths of pills

spirits uninhibited an aura that has no life

so whats going to save them.  its not going to be me. whats going to happen when everything just ends up exactly where you let it be.

we have all got a passion

lets all call it peace

everyone has their own niche

tight ass pants curved to my hips.  i am guilty of each time I shared my lips.


i am gone

i wont ever settle i will never be owned i am myself before anyone else’s so forget what never was written in stone

a cool hot wind

a valued blend

lets rush for the sweet nothings and pride our selves on what we let go

spread love to the most almighty

only mindful of how i can be without you showing me what i deserve

i am my greatest passion

lets fulfill how increased one moment can create us to


justify your city. AVL.

Fake Id’s, house parties, swimming holes, local music, and southern twang.  This is how I remember Asheville, North Carolina.  I guess the 90’s and early 2000’s have a lot to be said by this.  I have been observing.  It has been seven years since I lived in Asheville, NC.  Where I grew up!  Isaac Dickson, Asheville Middle School and Asheville High status.  My mom worked downtown at Interplanet Janet, Lava, Honeypot and Hunk; so I was a downtown little baby.  Trouble making it with my friends.  I like to think we are notorious.  That the people I am introduced to know all my old friends and we have all this Appalachian moss memory to look back to.  What can I say southerners like me take pride in where they come from.  I have been roaming around the mountains of the Rockies for five years and pub-lifeing it in Denver, Colorado. I have mixed feelings about the new Asheville after so long.  Oh downtown how you hold on to a grasp of ‘what used to be’.  The favorites have for sure stayed : Lexington Avenue yummys, Honeypot, Bouchan, Minx, Flipside, and Hip Replacements.  The classics, Wasabi, Malaprops, Tupelo Honey, Laughing Seed and Jack of the Wood.  I will give a shout out to Wicked Weed, The SkyBar and The National; for showing me a good time on the weekends since I got back.  Also Dobra tea for making me mellow about the new.   It is not that I am against the evolution of Asheville or the pace letting our economy get larger and more valuable. It is just that the vibe downtown is different.  I tried to check out the new club on College street, but it was a mistake!  It was empty, ratchet and this girl tried to fight me when I went up to the bar for a water.  The parking is ridiculous and you can hardly walk through the streets now!  Even the parking garages are full.  Cops are every where!  I suppose this is because we are trying to be a beer capital to the country.  But why are we jamming so much in to such a small space.  Do we not keep our roots sacred enough to value the small-ness and originality of Asheville?  One must contemplate why it is so hard for a old school local like me to find a job.  With that of coarse I praise on knowing the right people.  I want the rustic freak Asheville back.  The laid back flow that the wind held through the streets of Pack Square and the cobble stones of Wall Street.  As locals we should encourage each other to be involved in not letting any sort of oppression happen to Weird Asheville.  I am not hating nor bragging, I know a lot of business owners around town are competing with corporations moving closer and closer to there buildings.  Urban Outfitters can suck it and needs to go back to the mall.  I have also over heard a Starbucks that is inconsideration of being built close to Pritchard Park.  Remember petitions and boycotting isn’t extinct.  Its quite frisky if you ask me.  Join the Kitten Revolution. Spread Love thats what a real mob do.

See you around!