I come to that detestable door bridge that carries me to dark limbos. Nobody would want to be there, and find a pitiful creature dwelling in the center.

You might wonder what style of poetry and writing I am doing? Its breaking free from my education which has mostly gotten in the way.

I think now is a time we need more leadership in governance. Not the mechanical one single ideology, but the emergency driven leaders. If we are not careful this situation we are in could deepen. On a person to person level we are a strong, yet weak species. Nobody likes to talk about this. It's the fart at the diner party.

I am starting to understand politics a bit. I didn't grow up in a political atmosphere. I suppose that's how I get more creative. The political animal is a monster, even a soulless cold hearted evil creature. I beg the internet and teck to steer away from that.

Flying in the night maze with a bag of keys and boxes, surrounding a horizon, a howling growling, then soft whine as the insects were dying.

Life is a journey and a place to discover. Everyday is a gift, yet time doesn't fit into a clock.

Dreams on new.

A cycle in my blogger work is completing and will transform. Here is a living blog which lives in the world on its own. Perhaps this is when it doesn't need me. Time will tell...

What you needed to know!!!

Even adults who are not seniors grow up.