the icy ink flowing from my pen was cold enough for concern
the words laying down on my manuscript was not, what was in my head
it appeared to be a warning of some kind
warnings of a mad soul
a soul, living in darkness, surrounded with the brightest of colors
colors, sitting in the background of happiness, just lingering
waiting for the right time to circulate again...

Brian Hill - 2020 # 154

seconds play out as time goes on
every moment has reason
every purpose merits attention
believe in that
realize the world will cycle through
cycles, have flows and require time

Brian Hill - 2020 # 152

there's a ghost in the wall, how do I know
there are sounds of moaning that sound like hello
the walls might be haunted by an unlikely mind
from way back in history or the future aligned
it's not at all scary, it's mostly just weird
it would be so awesome if they decide to appear
there's a ghost in my wall and I'm not really mad
it's nice to have friends in he walls of your pad....

Brian Hill - 2020 # 151

it's been so long since....
oh, how I long for the those days
swinging in the tree
hanging upside down on that big branch
waiting for the sun to go down so hide and go seek was more challenging
skateboarding with friends and riding our bikes for hours and hours
marbles were the rage and the Boulders were worth some attention
falling down and scraping our knees, shaking it off till we got home
spinning around so fast and furious that you got too dizzy and fell down
oh how I long for those days....
has it really been so looooooong?

Brian Hill - 2020 # 149