Problematic divides that tear hearts can reuse agitation

Time heals wounds

Praise for liberty has many facets

Justice is not always remaining in the sunlight of the function of last community's sincere appreciation for time.

Yet the Code is Fine

They thrill over sparring but lose over dryness.......

Sometime Blue

Just another song
Just another door.
Another hand
Another fancy hope

The candid assessment of the convalescent
Sometimes leaves the answers blank.

The remainder of the years of time
Sometimes ask for betterment.

From only a hand of unhappiness and a shoreline of deceit.

Never Again.

Scarred hopes are sometimes remaining dreams

Joy is not a lost cause of etched words.

Scarred hopes are sometimes remaining dreams

Joy is not a lost cause of etched words.

Charred Remains of a Sapped Reality

Judging the hope
Living against the time.

Winning in hope is not always a conspiracy of numbers.

The honorable keys to eternity are not changed books.

But living in a naked soul.
A wisdom of lost proportion

The hand of time is not always a chagrin subject.

But who will be the change in canopy for the revised.

Tax Mans Delight

They come in small oceans
Of withdrawn emotions

Next to change they hate their day
Another hope against the American Way.

Always listening for a narrow cavity of neglect
Always looking for a passion of regret.

The Tax Man has his wizards
They stomp their way to the day

But the world is not a pleasure dome
And the home of sovereignty is not a commissioned affair.

So the Tax Man has his little lips
And the remainder of America has many ships

The end of his days are at his own advice.

Dignity restored

There once was a door of time

It wanted to be sublime

And all of the faces of trust

They offered to see less dust


But the Torah had its way
And religion faced the day

So good hope rematerialized again

And to the horror we say NEVER AGAIN

Never Again

Smoking Blues

I wanted to have a good day.
I wanted to enjoy the smile on the way.

So I bought a cigar and smoked it for fun.

It was faith in a mix.

It was sticks with a twist.

The world was smokier and hopeful.

But the word is out that the horrors of cancer are True.