Fountains of the lukewarm, we drink each day. Tepid coffee, morning exchanges, countdown’s until Friday. It’s barely 9 in the morning on Monday and the target is to get to the end of the week. Another end. Time, time is constant, I’ve been told. How come some days can feel so fleeting while others can… Read more: Rivers and Fountains
I wrote some words for her, some rhymed and some didn’t – but they each had a purpose and ended with a meaning or answers to some questions. We shared some wine, got physical drinking in a stew brewed with physicality and a spirituality from another dimension. In a hotel room, behind a tree in… Read more: It Fell Apart
We take the hard road because it’s who we are and we live by our truth. I could’ve been so many other people, but I chose myself instead. Look Down, No Fear
The junkyard melody plays softly with a passion once felt, a long long time ago. They put you out to pasture and forgot about your past. The ticking of the clock gets louder with each passing moment. The relevancy of who you are, who you were and who you never can be; lost in the… Read more: Junkyard Melody
On a sweltering subway ride, a man experiences a fleeting connection with a well-dressed woman. As they navigate the crowded car, memories of youthful attraction resurface, ignited by an undeniable magnetism between them. Ultimately, they share an unspoken agreement and exit together, hinting at an unexpected adventure.
Music has always been a vital part of my life—a way to express my mood or navigate my feelings at any given time. While I appreciate the wordless genius of John Coltrane and Duke Ellington, I’ve always been drawn to lyrics. I grew up on a steady diet of Bob Dylan, Simon and Garfunkel, The Beatles, and Elton John.
She stares…at nothing in particular. Focused on thoughts, fears and memories. He shakes and shouts…at this world gone wrong. Focused on the negativity that can drown a whale. She drinks her tea, he drinks his coffee. He sees her from across the room, somehow he is calmed. He walks towards her, throws an embrace and… Read more: Once Again…
Old man walking slowly, talking to himself, mainly because he is not interested in what anyone else has to say. He used to bring people together and fight for what was right and demonize all that was wrong. “It’s simple math,” He would say, “Hatred is wrong and love is right.” He walks with a… Read more: Love Always
Dedicated to Mrs Mae Singer
Fountains of the lukewarm, we drink each day. Tepid coffee, morning exchanges, countdown’s until Friday. It’s barely 9 in the morning on Monday and the target is to get to the end of the week. Another end. Time, time is constant, I’ve been told. How come some days can feel so fleeting while others can… Read more: Rivers and Fountains
thoughts and inspirations
The junkyard melody plays softly with a passion once felt, a long long time ago. They put you out to pasture and forgot about your past. The ticking of the clock gets louder with each passing moment. The relevancy of who you are, who you were and who you never can be; lost in the… Read more: Junkyard Melody
On a sweltering subway ride, a man experiences a fleeting connection with a well-dressed woman. As they navigate the crowded car, memories of youthful attraction resurface, ignited by an undeniable magnetism between them. Ultimately, they share an unspoken agreement and exit together, hinting at an unexpected adventure.
Gratitude, we forget to express, too often. We are too busy making it through the day to realize just how much we have to be thankful for.
Music has always been a vital part of my life—a way to express my mood or navigate my feelings at any given time. While I appreciate the wordless genius of John Coltrane and Duke Ellington, I’ve always been drawn to lyrics. I grew up on a steady diet of Bob Dylan, Simon and Garfunkel, The Beatles, and Elton John.
You watch her from across the coffee shop. She is young, too young for you, should you suddenly realize you are not 22 anymore…
She stares…at nothing in particular. Focused on thoughts, fears and memories. He shakes and shouts…at this world gone wrong. Focused on the negativity that can drown a whale. She drinks her tea, he drinks his coffee. He sees her from across the room, somehow he is calmed. He walks towards her, throws an embrace and… Read more: Once Again…
Old man walking slowly, talking to himself, mainly because he is not interested in what anyone else has to say. He used to bring people together and fight for what was right and demonize all that was wrong. “It’s simple math,” He would say, “Hatred is wrong and love is right.” He walks with a… Read more: Love Always
