So, where do we go? It's soul-crushing, a demand that echoes through the years.
The heartbeat of America pulses on, yet dizziness grips us,
little bits and pieces of a fading dream.
The wind blows from the west to the east, carrying whispers of what's to come.
I wait, expecting something, anything, to break the stillness.
Time is fixed, yet constantly shifting, overwhelming in its passage.
It adds and subtracts, a ledger of moments, memories, and losses.
And with final details, we're part of the chaos, a fragment of the whole.

You're right at me, somebody knocking at the door.
This is serious. Drones over Ukraine.
Listen, don't overtalk.
One love, like the sunset, universal.
Nuff said, "state of the world today."
Peace is quite expensive,
like air at a gas station.
Heavy in the air and ground, I need to exhale.
Future statistics reveal, the universe positions itself for the rebound.
From the bones of dinosaurs, the rise of Yeshua,
and the spilled screams of wars between worlds.
We are family, opposite in nature:
hot and cold, yin versus yang.
One needs the other; otherwise, we don't exist.

Lady with droopy tan hat looks down while walking, counting steps. Above, menacing white clouds hide the evidence of what's to come. These people have nothing to do, nomads wandering without purpose. Itching for a scratch, like they've been hit in the head with a hammer, with no particular place to go. We've all done bad things; hearts have turned to stone. Addicted to rage like a needle in a tornado. Meant to be calm and silent. A tiny spider crawls up and down my car's windshield. God is love. Too much for an idle mind, a flash flood rolling over everything it touches. Head to higher ground and pray for peace to be still. Live in the moment; joy is in the sunlight.

You can stop
I'm delusional
Thinking..I can save us.  
Life is a daydream.
transformed vibe
Cheering along.
Frist of all,
In my head, I'm just  lying,
I heard whisper's wind, mutiny on the boundaries
And people are the craziest people
A regular three in one, like the trinity document.
There, fathers are too proud of them and their feathers.
Sounds of blackness... then what they expected,
like the deserts misses the rain.
Silence is golden.
One must expect.

My trumpet blows, as the wind my next, a trip, amongst a lil bitsy stain…on a shirt take an occasion with someone who identifies me, but it sometimes…desperately needed. Thank you. For sharing? for genuine principles. I gotta be, where I need to go and how I’m gonna do that when Alice is the one holding my hand tell, is there peace…in silence they tell it’s where YHWH dwell…pays for rain, washes in filth. no one said, it was gonna…how fresh, do you have to be! Does the though… silent equal your rewards

You may find me...by the water, way too far to drown..in hell, waiting for the storm. Man of a lesser god. I am, who I claim to be, Child of the Blues. Resilient, nothing gonna break me. If it don't make cents. It's won't make dollars. left, right, body blow. Managing to slip few punches, but life is everlasting, unyielding meant to bend. Always outnumbered, always outgunned, I am not a mistake, like a supernova, the wind blows in from the west, to comfort and restore. I have no answers for what comes next, but I believe...I've been thru heartache and pains, and I won't lose to Me. See you at the summit.

Like Jesus,
A comfort in uncertainty.
Linus's security blanket,
Charles Brown's soulful melody.

But life's like False River's currents,
Unpredictable and strong.
Raindrops fall on my head,
Reminding me to trust.

I'm stuck in quicksand's grip,
Dusty mouth, familiar faces fade.
Naval boots march in,
Emergency lights flashing bright.

In the chaos, I search for solace,
Ragin' seesaw.
Yet, I'm not accepting grace,
Just trying to stay afloat.

Somewhere along the way,
Shattering aloud,
And I'm left feeling like a ******,
Selling out to circumstance."