Deception speaks a whisper to me
and blows my hair abound...

a poem began with a thought to a dream
where the paper met the pen...

Miss Tell me your street address
And I’ll point you to your home...

I happend to look up
and there she was...

Jack Hammers drilling on these NY streets
Through the wreckage and disaster area...

Out on the roof he sat in the cold on that dark...
He was freezing from the water that he fell in...

My eyes drift my mind heavy with thought.
My hands gather around my eyes...

I feel like giving up
when all the memories...

In Loughborough Junction an old castle sat
Bow windows teetering sideways...

Anger and violent
abused and sheltered...

It is the mindless confusion
with the fury like a beast...

Music blaring and protest being fought
Men fighting in the Vietnam War...