January 20

In this bitter start of 2025 I hope we will find the sweet end to make us feel alive and this year I turn 45 and I am just as poor in wallet only but rich in poetics filling this broken heart

January 20 came on heavy

But we already knew

2025 burned us through and through

releasing us from things we never understood

Why did I make so many mistakes

but this failure is not the path of heartaches

life will bring you up

fireworks fill the new year sky

only to watch the palisades burn with fire

but the holy spirit is there for you and I

Trump moved in to the white house

Sheng Tao was even recalled now

With more secrets for the FBI to dig out

no one is perfect

i am alone and I guess its worth it

as hurtful and fucked up as it is

i just cant rely on that same old bliss

God will catch us in His mighty hands

for this is the only silver lining left

on MLK when they fire you away and its so heavy

Jan 20 we saw it coming it was the sting

mighty and soft like a bee

but you know I can still stand and dance as the dust falls of me