Still eyes did look into the skies,
A mother did weep.

Little hands still cling to her fingers,
A mother did keep.

Still warm, a body did lay,
A father did dig deep.

Little hope did not dwindle,
A father did keep.

Life is just to play in the dust,
This sand always looking for you,
These white trees breathe upon you.
They call your sea-colored smile.
I see a golden crown on your head.
Homeless feelings are disappearing,
When I kiss your tender hands.
My sweet mother, please never weep.

Smoke in September, window was low,
Coffee was warm, your laugh was slow.
Old record playing, trumpet was blue,
You danced in the kitchen, I looked at you.

Letters you left, still in my drawer,
Your scent is fading, but I want more.
Time keeps on moving, I stay the same,
Jazz in the background, whispering your name.

Ann, sweet Ann soft like the rain,
Fell on my heart, left with no trace.
You wrote me a note, no reason, no plan,
Then left with the music - Ann, sweet Ann.

Nights are quiet, walls are bare,
I hear your voice but you're not there.
You sang a tune I still recall,
But now there's silence, that’s all.

Ann, sweet Ann, you were a flame,
Danced for a moment, then gone again.
The jazz still plays where we began.
Smoke in September... and you, dear Ann.

The old pine boughs,
Sway, fold, bend,
The sky’s wind tipping them low,
The tips downturned,
In the waving breeze,
But each bough holds,
Against the formidable winds.

When they fold,
The wind tells them to dance,
To sing against the voice of the breeze,
To sway like a flag,
Red white blue,
The colors of an evening sky.

While the boughs refuse to break,
They are just as a prow,
The swerving, pointed-tip of a handsome ship,
Muttering softly against the ocean,
As it carves its way,
Through the deep ocean’s blue-clear-greens.
The pine sits with its old aerial roots,
Its deep nut-brown chest swollen with pride,
Dark green needles catch some air and fly,
Still connected to the old boughs.

The old boughs watch over,
Through the night-morning-noon-evening-night,
Every storm and frost.

The old pine boughs are as great as a grain of sand,
Alone in the deep blue seas,
For no one appreciates that one old pine,
Its boughs each a prow,
For the wind and the rain.

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

There’s Always Angles

      Life is life, it’s always gonna be
This way, there’s nothing we can do
So there’s only two options and there’s
No in between, the choice is up to you

**** will always be **** and **** stinks
I mean you can’t have high expectations
It came from an *** and therefore
It definitely has its limitations

Flush that **** and wipe that ***
And get on with your day
You can’t afford to let it get to you
You can’t allow it to get in your way

I know, I know, sometimes it’s not easy
But are we weak or are we strong
Do we fight or do we surrender when
Everything goes so very wrong

There’s always Demons and they attack
From all of the various angles
Dismiss those Demons and Acknowledge
This also There’s Always Angels

Written By:Charles Kean
08/03/2025

Parasite

      You came into my life
When my life was a drag
You gave me what I needed
I was blind to the red flags

I didn’t know you needed me
More than I needed you
I’m still trying to recover from
What you put me through

Like a Leech you attached yourself
I guess it was just my luck
You fed off of me and more and
More of my life you would ****

I was getting weaker and weaker
Burning in the fire of your Hell
I was walking around in a Zombie haze
Under your Witch Wicked spell

You took advantage of my situation
You put yourself in the limelight
You pushed me back in the shadows
Until I realized you were just a Parasite

Written By:Charles Kean
08/02/2025