We have mined our mountains,
we have fished our seas,
we have felled our forests,
we have gathered our grains,
but we have not yet embraced
the infinite energy of our souls,
which is love.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS

when we congregate
and collect

our prayers
you can

catch me
through

the chaos
and remember that

in a breadcrumb trail
of stars

the full moon
moves into place

and brightens
and brightens

What is money
but the means to an end?

What is money to you
when you are dead?

What is a corpse to us
if not it's worth in pebbles and gold?

What is war
but the means to your end?

We were made
to create
to work,
to wonder.

Maybe by gods,
Maybe by stars,
Maybe by
nothing at all.

Truth
lost in time

Still,
we carry each day
in our questions.
looking for answers
in books
written by men

Change

       The Sky turned to a blood red
With highlights of various shades of grey
The wind began to blow a stiffer breeze
Hinting signs that a storm was on the way

A warning siren began to whale
Deep inside I felt the Demon rise
Feelings suppressed for years came
Bursting out as an anger of no compromise

In the mirror there was a face
Staring directly back at me
And I was facing the fear of the
Person that I never wanted to be

Everything came to a head like the
Mt Saint Helens Volcano when it blew
A creature had awakened from inside
That unconsciously I always knew

In the aftermath of the destruction
There was a feeling so sad and strange
I glanced into the mirror once more
And decided it was time for a Change

Written By:Charles Kean
08/02/2025