old man on a park bench

waiting for it to happen it never does. waiting for it to get better just because. I have hope left waiting in the sun sitting on this park bench old man fun. beautiful birds, squirrels and trees live their own way in this summer breeze. people walk by as I sing my song... some laugh … Continue reading waiting


allure, beauty, poetry

I am your allure beautiful in your way without words you have told me in a world full of men and machines frivolous beholden lies I give you no attention when you need it withholding my approval when you demand your soul of souls master of all that is you in every way every hour every … Continue reading Allure