A poem about desperation, and the ultimate form of escapism.

A man whose monstrous ego has got in the way of rational thinking.

Borrowed time doesn’t feel like your own.

A poem about the first of the month.

This story is purely fictional and the ideas contained are meant to be extreme and (hopefully) farfetched, this is my workings so the story is continuing to adapt and flow as I write, so the technique may be poor.

People try to convince me that Ron Paul isn’t a total saint, but I already know that. What’s important is his message. If you like anything he has to say though, I can’t see how you can vote for anyone else, so maybe you should check out anarchism.

Tears washes pain inside, gives clearer view of what is ahead. It is just composed one percent water but 99 % feelings.

A poem about politics.

Here are a few tips and hints to saving money. There are numerous ways that one can save money today and yet still get what you really want.

It would be lovely if this could really happen. Failing that my little grandson is working his magic here.