Feath has a bit of a grievance with God.

It was only recently when I sat down in a public meeting. A point was raised where a musical band had concerns.

Home sweet home. If you far away from home, your homeland is calling you. Go back home, your home soil miss your footsteps. Go back home my dear.

Someone once said, if you can descript chronic depression, you’ve never visited it. These poems are to illustrate a little of the complexity of thought that goes through the mind of someone with bipolar disorder.

Spiritual poetry.

She made me feel the same way music makes me feel.

Inspired by the state of the world economy, crimes, oppression of the poor, and prevalent injustice of our times. All of these will cease at the sound of the trumpets that will usher in the government of Jesus, the Christ of God.

All We Were Missing Was Billie.

Mini Blues Song Lyrics.

War veteran with a glass in his pocket he drank on the job every day, two cups of vodka.
….first glass – at 10 o’clock.Second one – in 16 hours
…how he achieved such high production successes?
…he brought up on fresh milk… 14 years, my future war party went to work at the distillery.
That’s what it means to education – from milk directly to alcohol!