it’s sad to say
that nowadays
a smile
is more often
used
to hide depression
rather than
express
happiness.

They say it's nothing
Just a cold
Bt why do I feel
Like the world
Is sitting on my chest.

I try to rest
Bt the night presses too close
And my back aches
Like it's holding a sorrow
It doesn't understand.

It's just cold
Bt it hurts
In ways I can't explain.

My soul is torn by a whirlwind
Screaming eddies scrape the truth away
Like a newborn
Flailing
Trying to take hold
Gasping and bleeding
Alone in a bed so cold.

What happened to what I dreamed
All the crisp and bitter leaves
Twisting in the fall sun
Flickering bright to dark
Like falling seeds
Flailing
Trying to take hold
On earth where silence
And colors seasonal and old
Bound me for a thousand years.

There’s eleven players in soccer
I’m eleven in one, mother f*

I’m a goal keeper
And a striker
I feel as I go deeper—
I couldn’t be blinder.

We feel the pain
And still, we play.
A broken leg,
And still, we tread.

You’re a goal keeper
Striker and center field
But you won’t give up.
Do we have a deal?

Spurs & Spitfire

     There’s nothing I love more than a
Good Western Movie or good Rock & Roll
Give me the Duke or Clint Eastwood
Or some KISS to feed my soul

I’m a simple man and I absolutely love
Simple pleasures for my joy
I’m a man of sixty three but inside
Still beats is the heart of a boy

So give me Gene Simmons
Who’s known for Spitting Fire
And give me Clint with his squint
& Spurs as a gun for higher

Put them together as foes
Or as partners on a mission for good
Make it a movie like they did in the past
Make it with heart the way they should

I know it’s just a fantasy of mine
Something that only I desire
It would be so great to see Gene Simmons
& Clint Eastwood in Spurs & Spitfire

Written By:Charles Kean
06/26/2025