Each day is a blessing in disguise As quoted by someone from another era Another place in time when survival Wasn't just about sickness and health Or Peace and war – we still had hope Do we have the strength to hold this blessing close to heart When life takes slow steps toward an early exit …
Tag: war
I Am OK
Words in print words shouted from the left and right fearful we are falling in love with our own rectitude fearful we walk a fine line of righteousness and never acknowledge the lapse of judgement or even the possibility that we haven't got a real grasp on what is slipping between our fingers the experience …
Fisherman’s Walk
Fisherman Walk All the battles that rage around us hands of the clock never stop and we step forward with the hope and promise that what we believe to be true is coming from a higher power and not just the back pocket of some man with a plan and a fetish for fame and fortune – or what …
House The Demons
He smiles, kicks back - relax...do you want a drink beautiful? Flattery falls from his lips, diamonds of perfection His fingers glide through his long silver hair, he's in his comfort zone He can hold his own in a crowd of young bombers Slow like a cat on the prowl he gets up stretches across the room …
We Are Ready For Peace
Drifting timeline moving with a renewed inspiration - Reluctance hovers above... Shifting weight from left to right and all that comes around is the absence of good will... The side stepping warmonger pounding of the chest beating the drum soars with an intense vibration that pierces the right side of the brain and shoots into …
Not That Kid
Making gum wrapper chains snap pop New York kid shuffle innocence was a game we never intended to play it was always like blowing smoke into the wind choking on the fumes brown paper bag huffing the last boat has sailed and it doesn't matter any more because the kid can't swim anyway and the …
The Boys
Early morning, a few blinking street lights off in the distance Red flashing color slices its way through the darkness; "...stop don't rush the day has not dawned yet..." Perfection in, just bitter enough coffee with a dash of cinnamon - aroma therapy a sentimental tapping into a holiday season that has always resonated peace …
Someone Is Shouting Jihad
Clear Parisian sky a sweet night to live and die without purpose or validation of intent but a twist of fate walking down the Champs Elysees and in my heart there is a love song and bright city lights and what is that I heard you say not in a soft whisper but accusatory verbiage …
In The Hands Of The Misinformed
Illuminating star bursts shattered glass piercing penetration shock your system set back sound crackling bolt of lightening never - strikes twice never - strikes twice same place same time wind blows dust circles whipped into a frieze there's no place - like home there's no place - like home lost track of ones own self …
