Wicker Park
The pulse of remembering The arc of thought The fiction of determining What wrongs, I’ve wrought. Soldier Field, Chicago – November, 2025
The pulse of remembering The arc of thought The fiction of determining What wrongs, I’ve wrought. Soldier Field, Chicago – November, 2025
The lash, of freedom Our fate, so near The wisdom, of experience Revealed – By fear. Morocco, November 2026
Looking for you Looking at me Seeing our horizon Breaking, us free. Casablanca- November, 2025
Deep down denying Your fast moving state Designs to entwine us – In new directions, of fate. Blowing Rock, NC – October, 2025
I worry and worry and worry A lot I think that I’m really just Something – I’m not. San Juan, PR – May, 2025
When you see Your beginning Come from, its end Your never Stop winning Your focused, transcend. StreamSong Black, Bowling Green, FL – April, 2025
Steady movements Shaky rolls Stylish swaggers Burns – Fashions coals. Amsterdam, Leliegracht e.o. – April, 2025
Bright and buffered In the white glaze – Glossed, with the snapshot of now Frozen, in my mind Loved, and treasured Upon the path of my uniqueness. Tignes, France – March, 2025
Walking through the gate I push my will, to wait A fathers, son, relates We play – The game, of fate. Muirfield, Scotland – August, 2024
Charging through the ether Being chased, amongst the heat We see the lost impressions Within the meanings, of the Street. Memphis, TN – June, 2024