I’m getting greys
at an alarming rate,
I already pulled at my hair.
“It’s normal” he says
I swear just to debate,
cause he doesn’t seem to care.

And I’m bleeding through
my scar tissued skin,
the layers only grew
still I find a way in.

I’m getting greys
at an alarming rate,
I’ll be down to the last strand.
Check or fold the plays,
the cards aren’t that great
I’ll be down the my last hand.

And I’m bleeding through
my thick nice sweater.
It’s a shame as it’s new
and we’re reaching the cold weather.
It will stain the soft fabric
I may just grab the bleach,
but I always made it a habit
to always keep it just out of reach.

I’m getting greys
at an alarming rate
pretty soon I’ll be bald.
On hot coals she stays,
though she shifts her weight
and watches her soles scald.

And I’m bleeding through
my clogged and blocked pores,
and the remaining few
are becoming septic sores.
I’ll shed another layer
of a non-protective bubble,
and my hair will continue to get greyer,
I think I’m now in some trouble.

I found him late;
beautiful voice,
handsome face,
every sound I ever wanted
already sung.

He seemed kind.
Alive.

Then I read the ending.
So young.
So long ago.

And I just sat there,
stupid,
like it still mattered.

a fish bone
stuck in your throat
that you have to get along with it

We are one laugh
From many tears.

you'll understand when
you're a parent — is a bad
way of parenting

I don’t want to die,
I want to cease to exist.
To never have been born
And never have lived
For my soul and body to disappear
For any memory of me to be gone
To dissolve into nothingness and
Never have been anything at all

Bright moon above me
Ocean waves wash tears away
Warm breeze blankets me

Mysteries are like blame,
Clues wash off in the rain
You are so splendidly
inside and out beautiful,
Catch the inflated coloured ball
and kick it back to the smalls,
You and I had a decent distraction,
though brief, it made me feel tall.
You love how I can flow and rhyme
and you sparkle like a new-born dime
Carve every tree in a park of our names
You're the one fantastically,
and so realistically,
erases reality and how I'm numb.....
I'll chase you through teasing trees
and dodge all the angry wasps and bees
Just to be in your arms breathing silently.


RGH

I light a candle with your name in it.
All the quiet sorrow sits beside me, where no voice lives.
I remember the whispering birds—the hush before words.
Let the rain bear witness
to what hearts have sworn.

Black is all I see ,
For the world is made up of other colours,
Red , yellow, blue and green
But yet
All I see
Is the darkest shade of noir.
No matter how much I beleive
The world will always be black

Our land of stars and stripes, now glows,
with screens that flicker in hallowed halls.
Entranced humans shuffle, with eyes fixed below,
on small gadgets that have us enthralled.

Should the Statue of Liberty, our symbolic girl,
be holding a smartphone up to the world?
While tweets fly like eagles and hashtags swirl,
foreign disinformation trends as fast as it’s purled.

In lunch halls, real conversations take rest,
as influence is sought—in hoity-toity, binary quest.
Friends are backdrops—originality in short supply
as likes and shares make our dopamine fly.

America’s zombies, though ******* drained,
shuffle endlessly on, with Wi-Fi stimulated brains.
Once the land of the free, we’re now the land of tech
with minds wrecked by truths unchecked.

As we rock and sway—the new robot way—
will our old, analog-republic simply fade away?
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Songs for this:
Airhead by Thomas Dolby
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Oh, and a Christmas playlist because—it’s December!:
https://daweb.us/xmas/Christmas_01.mp3

Reminded Of My Place

     Well I took a vacation
It was good for this heart of mine
Came home did some work on the place
I was proud and on cloud nine

I hadn’t felt like this in a long while
Let it be my true confession
Hadn’t felt much like entertaining
I was in a state of depression

My daughter and Son in Law gave me
Their gently used Blackstone grill
It gave me some new inspiration
Changed my view and my will

I swept the Deck gonna have it
Professionally washed as well
Things were looking pretty good
Raised my spirits you could tell

So I washed and cleaned the old chairs
Even swept and gave the carpet a shampoo
I was on a roll and we went to buy a
Patio set a table and chairs brand new

Got a new umbrella and I was excited
Got some utensils for the grill so great
Told friends and family invitations
Are going to be sent and I can’t wait

Today was my first day back to work
I had my reality I needed to face
And as sure as this good heart still beats
I was quickly Reminded Of My Place

Written By:Charles Kean
06/10/2025
There’s nothing like getting brought
Back down to Earth.
God Bless!!!

you werent wrong to believe in love
you were just wrong to believe it had no teeth

a girl with books
wobbling as she tries to balance them
she cant be older than seven

A boy in the adult mystery section
repeating to himself
"I need a boys book not a girls book"

A mother with her two children
following her like ducklings
leaving havoc as they pass

A girl and her mom
reading aloud
in the middle of the cooking isle

Standing face to face
Our eyes
we just stare,
No more words
No more tears
Sometimes life
Ain’t fair,
Hand in hand
Dressed in black
Life and death
Go back to back.
We left the cemetery
In single file
It’s hard to take
The loss of a child.

the birds chirp in the distance
the sun glows bright
in the cerulean sky
no clouds in sight
just sunshine
beating down on your skin
sweat trickles down your brow
a slight breeze
sways the grass
around your ankles

If I could gather all my energy , like a lightning bolt, one thousand degrees                                                          ­                                                         I'd send it your way ASAP, then I'd pull you right into me                                                               ­                                                        Light a million fires till you say, a real I love you, everyday                                                         ­                                                     make you look me in the eyes ,look into my soul                                                             ­                                                            warm up your heart that has grown cold

I’m not quite sure
What I’m doing here

What does it matter?
Why do I matter?

How is this the river mouth of my tears?
Are these the consequences of my actions?

What would it be like if things were different?
Why couldn’t things be different?

What does it matter?
Why do I matter?

Do I matter?
Why?

I’m not complaining, really
Just questioning.

They say when loneliness eats away at the heart,
Demons let themselves in,
They'll break apart,
Then send you to your coffin.

I try to resist them, I know I have to,
I don't want to accept the Devil's wager,
But it's difficult, when people hurt you,
They use you, tear you up, and they crush you and throw you away like a piece of paper.

There's no where to go,
No helping hand at offer,
All I have, is a silent voice I hear when the wind blows,
"Endure a while longer, I promise I'll make you burn brighter than the summer".

Does it hurt
when the nature around you
beckons

and you know it all
to be connected

yet you feel so foreign
like the atoms repel you

you are not a ghost like you think

I love you
I said but received no reply
you're angry at me I can tell
it breaks me inside
but I pretend all is well
you promised
I plead
but that just makes it worse
I shrink down in myself
it seems like a curse
I cant stand my ground
or fight for respect
so I'll beg for you love
give you my body to connect
I look in the mirror
and hate myself more than before
because the parts you called pretty
lie broken on your bedroom floor
you don't seem to realize
you don't seem to see
so ill shut my mouth
cause the problem must be me

Never was she the type to chase
For if she moved an inch
Failure would take her place.

Her footprints have molded the soil
Marking where she always waits
An illustration of her mortal foil.

To leave would mean to miss
What could finally be coming
To bring eternal bliss.

There she will wait
Until the earth swallows her whole
Where she sealed her fate.

Have you ever seen a person drown?



You fight, muscles straining as you reach--flailing helplessly toward what you need most. You can't stand it anymore as your body screams for oxygen. You gasp-- hoping, praying this is a dream, but a searing burn rushes down your throat and through your lungs as water floods in. It shouldn't be there, you know it-- every cell screams but it's too late, the water is inside and keeps flooding in. You reach for the light one last time, it filtering and bending into bright rays around your fingers. Your vision grows dull, your muscles no longer respond to what your brain is telling them to do. The light growing dimmer and dimmer as the last bubbles float to the surface. One last ray of gold slips through your fingers... Then nothing...



It's to be expected for any animal to struggle as much as possible while drowning in the water. Some will put others of their kind underneath them, just for precious moments of rest and survival.
So what do you do when you find a person overboard, drowning in the sea of black?
Naturally, I throw the life preserver in hopes that they will grab onto it and I can save them.

Remember what I said when some creatures will force their own kin under in order to live?
Well, what do you do with a creature like that?
Eventually, it's you or them. At this point, it's natural to choose you!