There is a silence in the Shadows.

No room for words, just freaks.

And the balance from the light of day.

Where only darkness speaks.

There’s a rumor of forgiveness.

But it’s not a solid lead.

They say it’s written on pages.

Where few can talk or read.

There’s a dancer spinning lightly.

Silent music they can hear.

If you hear the dancers steps.

Then you know the road to fear.

I’m old and growing tired.

My thoughts are grey and worn.

I’m waltzing in the shadows.

Dancing where the love was born.

This thin veil of civility got leaner in the night.

We had the morals of the damned and a view that’s out of sight.

We are living on the inside, deep tunnels in our heads.

The safest place we’ve ever had are the dreams above our beds.

There’s a lesson in this history that the fears are sometimes fraud.

And all sinners loved the saints just before they fade to nod.

The water broke at midnight.

The cries were heard at one.

The child was in a hurry.

Her life had just begun.

The feeding frenzy started.

Her hunger true and fast.

I loved her from the get-go.

She seemed connected to the past.

I watch, I learn, I like, I see.

There is no greater time.

I’ve had some ups, and lived some downs.

And found some words that rhyme.

It was a quiet celebration, and no one rang the bell.

I mostly sat there smiling, alone while silence fell.

There was something of a rumor; though whispers seldom choose.

No one knew what I could know, and loose lips sometimes lose.

I like the taste of chocolate. Pride goes before the fall.

I’m thinking how I almost drowned in that sea of alcohol.

Fate has shone her blessings, no luck, good or bad is cure.

I’ve got that shiny gift it seems, that faith and love endure.

The Sunshine lit me up today 

There was talk again of rain.

They were chatting about the weather.

I rolled my eyes again.

The fever overtook me.

Doc said, “You’re doing something right.”

If I stop listening to opinions.

The future might look bright.

Batman going crazy, he’s been angered since his youth.

And Superboy came out as gay, saying goodbye old phone booth.

The Joker feels normal now, like Matthew Mathers spitting truth.

The Myth-Men seem so human.

Clarke Kent hides behind a curl.

The Aliens are all the rage.

Only Star-Lord gets the girl.

The following was overhead at my Coffee Shop today…

“Why the long face?”

“Just dealing with ‘bad neighbors.’

“Sorry to hear that.”

“You ever had bad neighbors?”

“I have bad neighbors.”

“How do you deal with them?”

“I just get in their face and tell them that if they’re looking for trouble… Congratulations, you’ve arrived.”

Thanks to Jordan Peterson and the YouTube format I have been informed that the Nobel Prize Winner Alexander Solzhenitsyn said in his acceptance speech for his literary prize:

“A single person who stops lying can bring down a tyranny.”

Quite a statement…

I believe I have perfected this art and I also believe it is good for the soul…

I believe this due to the number of people who seemingly lose their minds when I am engaged in this worthwhile endeavor.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again…

There are 3 things we must get into balance:

Sleep, work and play.

There are 3 principles that we should prioritize above everything else:

Spiritual, Physical/Emotional and Financial.

I have heard people say who are far wiser than me, that anything we put ahead of spiritual… we will lose.