Sad Songs Sing

It's an old sad song, forgetting the importance of right and wrong with the bests of intentions the debate begins actions! are our sins. Chastising a cheat! still victimizing the weak! the advantage we seek your anxious but able, articulate in your cable, fairness is just a fable. Callous without a cue, a crude! cynical…Read more Sad Songs Sing

The Call For Solidarity! My fuzzy Clarity

To all of my Word Press friends it's always good to be with you again, but I need to make my self clear! in some of you this will conjure fear! because of the things we share! we cuss scream and swear. Yet my major point of contention, naturally with your permission, I will identify…Read more The Call For Solidarity! My fuzzy Clarity

Sorry! This Was A Brain Fart

When looking into the eyes of the unpredictable, the realm in the unexplained can be unbelievable, is that unreasonable. When you put forth the hypothesis of your choice, what's unknown is if integrity still has a voice. My mind ponders over the kinetics in magnetism, the dynamics in the energies required in keeping my equilibrium,…Read more Sorry! This Was A Brain Fart

AC / DC I’m Not A Fan

I laugh before I cried, that chill wiggling inside. Feeling that lump in my throat, the cost of my date I just got soaked. But she had blond hair and blue eyes, filling those jeans to I damn near died. she smelled so good couldn't take any more, I bounced two checks still rolling on…Read more AC / DC I’m Not A Fan

The Light Side Of Trouble

I woke this morning sad and belligerent my diaper was full while being incoherent. Then looking in the mirror didn't recognize me my ass cheeks stuck together let them be free. While going for a walk some how I lost my way ten step from my front door long walks never pay. This fading familiarity…Read more The Light Side Of Trouble

A Young Boys Train

As young boy with passion and more waiting at the interchange waiting on the transcontinental train. Seeing the locomotive in the distance black coal-burning overcoming resistance, a chugging persistence A love affair hotbox hobby I would sit and stare, heavy high-speed hauling! black smoke falling, the whistle was calling Trains rounding curves conductor's steady nerve…Read more A Young Boys Train