Writer’s Block is the absolute worse it’s like having your creativity under a sudden curse Your mind is constipated & your thoughts are unable to move to a place that’s free flowing & on going That place is called The Writer’s Groove it doesn’t have…

They shouldn’t see our faces. Which is to say, our faces shouldn’t be what brings people to us. They should want to listen. They should all want to wear their own masks. At our shows with the lights and sounds.   I’ll drum. I’ll beat…

When it rains it pours Whether that’s a good thing or not It’s raining in this house And I’m collecting the drops in a bucket An unhealthy habit no doubt But this helps me keep track Of the collection of sorrows That are gathering around…

You were red. You could light up the room, Everyone liked you, You were a warm person. I was blue. I was the dark corner of the room, Everyone avoided me, I was a cold person. We were purple. I felt warmer in a room,…

Inner city blues Success has many clues The answer solves what’s real No matter how you feel   Sing a simple song of life That ends the violence, starvation, and strife That lets factual knowledge now be heard Where wisdom isn’t a foreign word Sing a…

No need for repetitious beatings, not anymore It’s not feasible to continue, not anymore Not funny to cry your heart out, alone not anymore Enough to hope endlessly, without clear cut promises, not anymore It’s unbecoming to be branded as feeble-minded and dense sometimes but…

You are the wind that fills my sails, pushing me along. When my soul can’t find the music, you sing me a new song. When all my dreams are lost, you give me one of yours. You help me find a window when there are…

A(mused) My muse is silent. Inspiration can’t be forced. Laughing at myself.

A deer is in the graveyard Watching over the forgotten souls Wandering peacefully amid the headstones Grazing, resting, with no goals. As I wander within the graveyard My eyes dart to the deer I cannot keep myself from wondering Just why that deer is staying…

Cuckoo Sings At Midnight Why is the day longer? Because we sleep at night And the cuckoo sings at midnight.   Life stirs inside the crow’s nest When the nearby’s still And the cuckoo sings at midnight.   Why it rains in the afternoon? Because…