What Do I Do With My Words

What do I do with my words How do I contain when they start to leak Like the Little Dutch Boy Who’s listening when I start to speak But I can’t worry about the audience I’ve got to keep playing my own tune The steady groover with the proper notes When it comes to ourContinue reading “What Do I Do With My Words”

I’m Seeking A Truth

I’m seeking a truth within these fragmented words My thoughts won’t cooperate with how my fingers move Typing on this old handmedown machine to transform My mundane existence into a magical, deliberate groove I am not afraid to expose the flesh of a wilted soul There are no heroes in these parts, just broken misanthropesContinue reading “I’m Seeking A Truth”