CAN'T SAY IT CAN'T WRITE IT CAN'T SWAY IT CAN'T SIGHT IT CAN'T SLAY IT CAN'T FIGHT IT CAN'T BETRAY IT CAN'T SLIGHT IT CAN'T CONVEY IT...

Once I had Muscle Then They sold Knowledge I learned more From a scrap Or a tussle Than ever While at College

Let us write letters To one another Let us speak Through long winded Ink Let Time slow To no more Than a slink As we proceed To pause...

Why do these Australians Keep going in the water When what always Seems to await them Is certain Horrendous slaughter If I always knew...

If there is a way to incite The ever elusive Will to write I beseech the gods of dark And light To know the route Away from left to right...

Do these sheep Repeating Flocking Denying Placing faith In Denial Proclaiming and stating Miracles Don't exist Because They've never SEEN...

Memory Source of Love Root of Vengence

Memory Source of Love Root of Vengence

Hello Pristine Elbow Sea of glass Zero crass Pleasant faces No BP races Flowing wine So fkn fine No thoughts retrieve Don't ever want to...

I am void of clever comments Weep for our world Scream for Ukraine Release rage For the state Of Our United States

Sensing from afar A menacing motion I held my arms wide And welcomed Death from The Ocean Feeling my presence It swelled up and grew...

To find common ground We must search For absence of sound Lessen the racket Find ways forward Minus the cloak and jacket I'd love to meet...

Strike it Hike it Get ready To not like it Lit it Hit it Didn't expect To get with it Fill it Shill it Wish But don't Will it To the...

Old friends Recently lost Selfish reactions At the family's cost Sad news crashes Revives dormant emotions Tear-filled stashes Burst in...

Sometimes decisions Resemble incisions Further thoughts Require revisions Reflection Rarely calls for Inflection Yet always detection...

Silence At first And then The Ocean Sweet sound Her gentle motion Pause A puff A sip No more And that's enough TB 6/21/2021 Coco Reef,...

Sensing from afar a menacing motion I held my arms wide And welcomed Death From the Ocean Feeling my presence It swelled up, grew higher...

What a process Cures the stress Letters all fighting Already re-writing On the horizon New words to be sighting Arriving soon Long before...

I don't want to know what your doctor told you No need to show me wounds they didn't sew Could you please not point out the oozing puss...

Timeless sound Master of strings Words Jimi