There are so many unprotected while a faux executive order, destroys, no desecrates history. He is focused on calendar dates, changing them to his own, taking control of institutions, insisting they refer to his ego. My nights are sleepless when I realize we haven’t any safeguards. Our institutions are now a mockery. Stand in line…

Every one speaks to me, their words with life relevance. I could name the girls who, I might tie the lyrics to. Seems the natural course of life, gives meaning, romantic tones. They are all the same, each day I ask them, help define my mood. If only once they might show me a connection.…

(I posted this back in February ’25. I felt it was relevant tonight.) It’s not going away, This quiet anxiety. I don’t show it in public, Only private conversations. The confusion remains As the gauntlet is laid. ~ I woke up scared today. ~ Every night I sleep, Is another sabbatical. The words I hear…

In a way, my status quo, Might be deceptive. There’s just so much happening inside. My measure of freedom, is naturally, my peace of mind. She said to me once, if you just knew what was inside, you’d run. I lost her because I was too Wrapped up in wanting. That quiet sense of preferred…

In five years I’m the same, that guy on the street corner, a minstrel with a sweet smile, living life, in all of its dream. I let my words take me places, always intrigued, a little similar to the many times my childhood, took me along these naive paths. I’m out here, that guy waiting,…

I’ve found favorite short cuts, they managed my life, my needs. Until one day I was disrupted and needed to discover, trust, new paths. Starting over is always a challenge, sometimes realized far later then we wish our catharsis be. In every new adventure, I wanted it to be created by me. Forging new pieces…

I’m alone now you know, living life out of home. Newer surroundings become my resting place. Prints and frames on the walls, plants I am neglecting. Quiet is my twilight with fresh snow in my surround. Where all my thoughts rewind, daily, hourly, always on my mind. Some talk of karma being near, sounds will…

When everyone has been tidy, Lives measured with security. There isn’t any looming stranger, Our expressions are so natural. That quiet melody is a reminder, Lives gain harmony with song.

She once told me a glance Might be a deception. Difficult to determine sometimes An actual smile, a fond shoulder. Two people might embrace And all eyes will smile together. Inside is a turmoil no one sees, Only you know what I share. In the meantime let’s join hands And live out our forgiveness.