a poem of sorts

singing solid ground
sounds similar to similarities
and weak knees
is like strength to me
as decency erupts violently
outward from my inner tree.

collateral collision collides
then comes incision and with that division
but no more division divides.

bang-a-rang!

Its 3am and here i am again, typing words. Rain and wind whipping and my ears are listening. power flickers on and off and on again but power isn't electricity although it is electric...boogie oogie oogie. no boogie man cometh but soon enough he will and ill be ready, until then though ill be watching peter pan and listening to the rain, feeling the warmth where my wife lies and lie to my myself that I'm not fine. goodnight. but not goodbye.

saying something...new

This is my attempt. May be my last but certainly my first and so far it hasn't hurt. The world the way it is, so much Bad and such Good. The constant battle...battling to win a war against the other and so I, we, write and read and find a place close to heart and home. So welcome to my piece and peace be with you.

 Russ