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Sunday, February 18, 2018

Little People

And they came in the night...
The little people...
Writing stories in my dreams...
Making me plural...
The little people in my head...
They forge ideas, plots, and twists...
They reside in those little creases in my mind...
Flashing neurons and synapses frantically communicating something...
I'm not alone...
Those little people are writing my future...
And they have written my past...

Monday, February 12, 2018

New Book

If you go to lulu.com and search for the title: CASUAL BRUTALITY by: Darrell Hoover, you will find my ebook for a mere 2.00. This is a graphically violent tale of a female serial killer. It contains vile, profane language, and horrific scenes of torture and violence. Check it out if you dare!

Thursday, February 08, 2018

Happy am I

Happy am I
Sadness filters through my open window like unwelcome sunlight
Leave me alone
Let me decay in my misery
Like a forgotten rotting corpse
Let my muscles seize and my eyes turn to glass
Let me wander the summer streets in search of my lost soul
Let me turn to dust
Like fleeting memories of school days past
I'd say I'd whisper to you to let you know I'm there
But that would be a lie
I'll pass through your dreams
Like an old favorite song
Try to remember those fond spring nights

Thursday, February 01, 2018


They left as fast as they came... Those little pieces of chaos. They swarmed and surrounded me. They poured over me like an artic stream; immediately throwing me into shock. The breath knocked out of me, I stood. I shouted with a shaky voice, "I WILL NOT COWER TO THE LIKES OF YOU!" But I did. I always have. Probably always will... Those little pieces of chaos? They are shards of broken dreams. Regrets. Tragic disruptions in the otherwise mundane flow of my convoluted life. In other words, minor problems I make into melodramatic crisis. Just another day...

Friday, January 19, 2018

Things I Hate

I hate the sunshine
I hate the cold
I hate the music
That makes me feel old
I hate summer, winter, and fall
I hate my ceilings, floors, and walls
I hate mornings and afternoons
I hate dramas, sitcoms and cartoons
I hate my nightmares and my dreams
I hate that love is not what it seems
I hate silence and I hate noise
I hate working and I hate toys
Is there anything that I don't hate?
The spring, my family, and accepting my fate

Wednesday, January 17, 2018

My playing around on the guitar via YouTube


Monday, January 15, 2018


All my woes are self-inflected
All my madness is my own
All my nightmares pursue me
No matter where I roam
The cold night approaches
As I stumble, and then the fall
Another borrowed day
Another missed call

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I am student of life, father, poet, published author, musician, and a part-time philosopher.