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...

how open can your mind be?
when words are suspect to spin...

The New Zealand shootings
The weeping souls of Islam...

There is no recipe to follow
There is no right way no wrong way...