Flying low scrawling like so
Unplugged [no hearing aid] but totally connected...

I cannot walk alone,
trapped in the web of my own emotions...

at the crossroads I stand tall
help me in my weakness...

sitting here with my page
in the dark. of the morning night...

I don’t need the room, to make me pertinent.
The straight jacket of public opinion...

I fit into the skin of Mr quite man, who has a lot...
Who might you be? when nobodies around...

Growing old and still searching
Saying prayers...

Listen and listen good, love changes everything!
If only my thoughts could transform into a...

Trombone Saxophone set a mood
Lead guitar leads the way...

Asleep at dawn? You just missed the best
The world has brushed its teeth...

Did you ever see an unhappy dog?
Or a bird that has the blues...

Here I am, armed with my pen,
its ink running low. lifespan...