Back to a simpler time Before I looked for reason within the rhyme. Ideas collide. Untarnished by judgement and pride Free expression is...

When I look in the mirror I see a different physical me than you see. The reality is, perception provides countless different ways to...

I never know just what to say… Never know the rules to the games people play. I only know how to do things my own way. Right or wrong...

Late night, as the moon looks down the armor is strewn all over the ground. We listen to nature’s song. Open and exposed: No way to...

I’ll be the first to tell you, “I don’t know what I’m doing.” I’m clumsy and I fumble. Walking a straight line, I’ve been known to...

When the walls are down, It’s not about what’s sensationalized or homogenized and sanitized. When the armor is off, the skin’s exposed....

We need to put aside the idea that we are all separate. Embrace that we are one. Stop building the walls. in your mind. This time it’s...

There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, than sitting right here, earning your trust. The lights are low and so are all defenses. Say what you...

I’ve discovered that I must make friends with silence. I’ve learned that when my fuse is short, I must control the explosions. When my...

I see the world in different light. For some time now, the situation has not been right. We have all been following different paths. We...

Listening to the sweet songs of Grace. Transporting my mind to outer space. As I float away, dreaming about, the time when I can see your...

I’m going to steal a minute of your time. You won’t miss it. All will be fine… Pause a second; please listen to what I want to share. I...

In this era where technology and imagination intersect, there is so much we must protect. On the other hand, there is much more to share....

In the midst of it all I wonder: What is the part I play? Where does my path lead? How does my story read? Have I witnessed the dawning...

Now is not the time to point fingers; placing blame. Drawing lines in the sand, or Pausing to throw flame, this does not accomplish...

We hear the call of the tribal drums. The message is hard to ignore: In the spirit of phun, we dance in the sun, like those who came...

It has almost been two years since I was asked to leave my home. January 16, 2015 was the day of my father’s 69th. birthday. After...

Dear Ms. Sarah Hunter & MSG Staff, Sitting at home, at my desk, I can finally reflect on the events of the past week. I traveled once...

To Whom It May Concern: On Friday, November 17, 2017 I attended the performance of Dead & Company at Boston’s TD Garden with friends. As...