
My name is Tyler, and I've been writing poetry since I was all angsty, single, and teenaged. I'm from the good old US of A orginally, but grew up in what was then called Zaire, now the Democratic Republic of the Congo. My parents were missionairies, and after a change of job we moved to England. Since then have done my loving and living here. For me, poetry is a release, an outpouring of myself into words. I like to mess with language and format, but have a distinct love for a good cliche.
I write mostly freeverse poetry, with the occasional rhyme, but I find that freeverse allows me the space I need to work. Recently I have been thinking alot about intergrating poetry with more visual mediums, like VJing, and have been working (a bit :p ) to try and make that happen! I am passionate about religion, mysticism, science... well, just worldviews in general, and I write with that in mind. I'm not out to shake the world, but if I can spread a bit of love and make someone stop and think for a second then I've done more than enough to make me happy.
Click the titles below to read Tyler's work. Zo*W/o/W*ham – non-stop

back beat, beat back
PoundhardPoundhard
Break
(2)
(3)
(4)
In come the drums.
Beatfreak, shiver and tremble
as the synching, pounding
Cybermuse forces
twistyturny truths to pour from
tense muscles.
Whirl Dirvish, whirl
let the steam sweat rise,
carry away aggression,
spin into truth,
alive and quicksilvered
The Moment is Utmost –
don’t know
feel
don’t speak
dance
Awaken tribal fusion,
Community born in
backaching movement.
Lucidly overwhelmed,
sensory stimulus fires
at amazing speeds,
no trouble phases us!
(although the sadly morning
dripdripdrops rain and we forget
, too soon,
our brotherhood)
Moving Lustrebright Lifestream
Starboys stellardreams
Pound phatbeats into skys
Stardust glimmersback
as we move.
Zo*W/o/W*ham – non-stop
back beat beats back
PoundhardPoundhard
Break
(2)
(3)
(4)
In come the drums.
I thought

that you wrote
something beautiful,
Something wonderful,
about what makes you smile
and It made me smile
just thinking about you
watching that storm
on a swing
on a porch
in your dressing gown,
smiling.
*************KISS**************
funny .
really it is quite
funny ,
but I smile as if
you were she
and eeverythingg was
freee to floatout
and life was
unbearably light.
*************KISS**************
dreamworlds look
Beautiful
I thought,
noooooo thing is not apretty word
(
but Ego is worse.
):
hold on to nothing. Remember, Eternity Glistens
with the tears of the saints, for you
will not be still .
Open your head wide with surprise,

feel the gooey dripple of drug happiness
ooze down your back
and know that this is nothing when
juxtaposed with the blissful taint of
justliving.

the perfect number was three,
because of all those trees
and things.
until we figured that
we could multiply three by
four,
(which is one more
than three
and trees
and things
and reminded me of steeples,
and her of whirlpools)
to get twelve,
which was like three,
but even.
(later, when I heard
that some dirty baker
called 13 a dozen
we made faces
because some things are just wrong)
we thought a lot about numbers then.
