The New Zealand shootings
The weeping souls of Islam...
I come from my dream time
I am a little confused...
Spin doctors play a part
Head games, seeding reasonable doubt...
We are the fringe people
The last white hopes down on a street...
the “I” in me!
I find myself writing these poems...
It all goes on between the lines
Hidden in plain sight...
I attempt to heal with verse
lyrics that never fade for me...
When time is measured in terms of ‘speed of...
We enter another realm of reality...
Hello my dawn filled world
Dove grey clouds sprinkled across my sky...
A little morning dew
A drink for a grasshopper or two...
Life never stops for death
Its just a hiccup in the main stream of ongoing...
This is how my brain works
I pick up on a line, a word, an idea...