Category Thoughts About Art & Culture

Who Are You?

Who Are You? ~~~~~ Where are you from? Why do you think you are here? Don’t know. Who are you? ~~~~~ Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength, Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment ~~~~~ Please, leave a comment and let me know what you think. See more of my creative offerings and opinions at: Brent […]


Feelings ~~~~~ Strolling through a meadow, Watching clouds glide by, Lost within the jumble Of my brain, no true thought. My being teaching me Sometimes it’s preferable To simply walk. No mission no destination. Living in the world Instead of fighting to remain Separate. As if we Have the power to disconnect, To live as […]

Future Ghosts

Future Ghosts ~~~~~ Are we all searching for ghosts Of us, in this life or another, A different incarnation, time line or some parallel universe? All us, younger versions of us, Older versions, all depending Where and when we search. Do we seek the hidden spirit Of our happiness, to prove There’s a reason why […]

Many Lovely Things

Many Lovely Things ~~~~~ Coming to terms with the world at small. Do you think that means anything at all? Time: construct for cosmic construction. Pimple on God’s face: a pustule eruction. We say, hey Mom, hey Mom, look at this. We’re hushed, pushed away, just ignored. How can anyone simply ignore our bliss? Till […]

What Would You Do?

What Would You Do? ~~~~~ When my father told me, late in life, His regret he’d never gone to Spain. Might as well have said, play the fife. I wish I’d have asked him to explain. I think it had to do with the romance, an odd allure of the revolution there. Told as if […]

What Shall I?

What Shall I? ~~~~~ When I have fallen to the blows Lie in the gutter; no one knows, Struggle to stand up on my own, Refuse to take help from anyone. What shall I do then? Since none live without sin. If I shall be forgotten by kith and kin, And lie awake with nowhere […]

A Bit

A Bit ~~~~~ The strange and strained current year is finally, at-last, coming to a close. Strange and strained to me; I suppose, There must be other people who fear That we have gone completely insane. Could we be better, tomorrow dawn? Or are we better dancing on the lawn? We must do our best […]