time is running free
not shackled by me...

crestal ball on my table
show me the future in my past...

I adopt the pose of the Greek “thinker” of old...
[believe it or not that was a pickup line for me...

power is the God of this planet
no immortal benevolent being, to save the day...

The perverse complexity surrounding Christianity...

pen and nib, ink well and blotting paper
small boy and short pants...

I am not ready to forget all the pieces of the...
that wheel is still in spin...

when upon my rounds, I encounter reality on my...
these are your times my times...

crusting the outer edges of my life
scabbing ,healing the wounds into scars...

you toss you turn
my light dsturbs...

age inflicts and time bites!
a fine line exists between perception and reality...

addiction kills, it’s just a matter of time
rotten and festering, in the tears of lost hope...