It’s an unsettling time to be a liberal, much less a leftist, in America. I fall asleep and wake to the question of what…
Your thoughts shape the shakes in your reality
One in which the god inside you creates the beat and melody
Floats to the surface when waves swell and break
The fog liftsThe haze clears offThe sun risesI begin to see clearerI know the pathI remember that way from before
In the morningThe sun roseAnd it is was a new dayA new beginningAnother startAs long as I continue to growThen I will…