it started as just a hint
in the air
just a few days ago
and now the atmosphere
is thick to nearly intoxicating
with the sweet, heavy
aroma of citrus blossoms
signalling spring's return
and as the desert
briefly blooms in a
riot of color
before the inevitable
withering of summer
and in this time of renewal
i once more pack my
blue jeans and t-shirts
books and notebooks and journals
bass guitars, amps and music
and seek a place
less bleak
where the light can flow
in
and the words can flow
out
where the music can be
born...

five years gone
nine hundred thirty five lies told
millions of lives lost
trillions of dollars wasted
infinite pain and blood
that no amount of bullshit
can explain or
no amount of soap
wash away

and for no other reason than
profit

i'm still here...

hello...

i've been in a bit of a hazy funk
and afraid that any words put down here
might just sound like so much whining
and i would rather remain silent until
the cloud lifts and i step back into
the light

i sincerely appreciate the concern
and caring of all my dear friends

springtime is returning to my soul
and the ice jam in my head is beginning
to melt and perhaps now the words can flow...