We all kick ourselves for missed opportunities.

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This song / poem is for the American people. The intention of this composition is the injustice that lies with the American public and deception of our own government that is suppose to be upholding our values of life and freedom. The chorus was in my head while I was biking home and upset with everything in this country. The rest of the lyrics came to me while I sat down in front of the computer. What would ordinary people say about America 200 years ago? I think they would be disapointed.

Havoc
on a
Windy Day.

This poem was inspired by an inmate pen pal of mine. His cellmate has been practicing witchcraft and now he says the guy has conjured up some evil spirits that are causing strange things to happen in their cell.

There was a time when my lost innocence was almost too much to bare.

A friendship lost.

A frozen Cro-Magnon man escapes after thawing, causing havoc on an island paradise.

For people who do not want to lose their souls.

Agents of the underworld as they operate creating chaos. Their mission and antiques as they wreck havoc.