It is a common phenomenon that even the sleeping babies start to wail if the buses stop their motion, such as in traffic or bus stops. The reason is here…

This is about the the working man– the one who performs manual labor. These guys hustle, are creative, and know how to meet deadlines. If only more of them appreciated the concept of ownership, they would rule the world.

Be careful what you wish for.

A poem about feeling used, unwanted, and wanting to prove everyone wrong.

Another song I’m working on. Lyrics pretty much say it all…enjoy the summer sweat.

Street poetry.

Some may call it elitist or even snobbery but I argue that it is those on the other side, those uncultured pop pickers who constantly try and invade our worlds, far too ignorant to understand that we are all connected and in every strand of society and sinew of the human heart, each and every one, it is all Modernist.

Dedicated to Marcus Burton – know thy name.

Guilt, nightmares and horror.

Finding out what you enjoy most.