Across the road; I find myself standing
majority of one...

the sky on fire?
no need for anger no need for blame...

cut roses the symbol of dyeing
beauty to crumbling...

do you know what makes poverty the worst?
it’s the educated mind...

the “I” in me!
I find myself writing these poems...

It all goes on between the lines
Hidden in plain sight...

Putting things into perspective,
Mind games if you will...

Along these lines, if you listen closely
You will hear my personal points of view...

I attempt to heal with verse
lyrics that never fade for me...

beacon on the hill calling me in [hope]
I am little blind [naive...

I like being silly.
twisting and mangling words...

bees and pollen
rabbits and head lights...