Open your heart
Let love in
It’s a new start
You will win
Love what comes

Love what comes
Above this world
Let your let shine
Down here
I’ll be here

Love what comes
Love what comes
Above this world
Shine on
Shine on

All of my life
I’ve been dreaming
I will open my heart
Love what comes

I will today
I will follow
His way
Every day, every day

Waiting for a sign
Each line I write
Brings me back to you

Love what comes
A new day
Love what comes
Every day, every day

Let love in
You will win
Love what comes

What is this world
It makes no sense
The good people die
And the bad people thrive

The lovers are forced to fight
The pacifists forced to ****
The depressed forced to smile
The artists forced to destroy

Right and wrong is objective
Morals is just perspective
We all fall prey to deception
And they all try to silence our objections

If you aren't rich or powerful
Your voice has no meaning
No one will hear your cries
No one will hear your pleading

twisted spirit
deep denial
heartfelt disgust

away with your words
back to your own head
you absolutely filthy spirit

If you break my heart.
Will you mend it.
Will you wipe away the many tears.
That I shed for only you.
Will you replace the light that shone forth.
As my eyes lingered only on you.
Will you fix this broken vessel.
That was perfect when you met it.
Or will you walk away.
And say, let's just call it a day

Dazed And Confused

         I’m sixty three years old but my
Brain and heart doesn’t seem to know
It doesn’t matter how often my
Body tries to tell them so

But my brain has been showing some
Little signs that it might be coming around
It’s starting to hint that things are
Decaying as it leaves clues to be found

I’m in complete denial despite the evidence
The incomplete thought process
The cooking disasters where measuring
Milk becomes one huge mess

The times I am easily distracted
Can’t remember things I’ve been told
All of these things in combination
Are signs that I’m getting old

I try to always look on the bright side
At least I keep myself amused
Though I spend a lot more times
These days being Dazed And Confused

Written By:Charles Kean
08/24/2025

It almost happened.
I was almost good enough for him.
He almost took responsibility, our magnet pieces of love almost gathered,
Before the scene got all dim.

I never knew this would be my lesson,
In a closed book, an endless waiting session...
Now, the page turns on me and you,
The story is about to end, not with a goodbye, with the almost, in a blurry view...

There is a beauty that
comes from walking a
clover laden field, or a
path in the woods and feeling
the autumn breeze and
smelling the wildflowers.
You are so alive.
There is an aching pain
as sharp and vivid as the
beauty, some knowledge in the
fiber of your spirit, that you
won't hold it forever.

Death walks with you silently.
It bides the times...so patient.

You are aware, so keen to
the fact that if you could
consume the beauty, the
honeysuckle, clover and brilliant
orange and pink of the sunset,
you might put death off for a while.
You do it in the heartbeat of your
sweet green youth, and you
keep walking, eyes wide open.