originally written in 2020 during the pandemic

under a shade tree with a cardinal and a squirrel by Byron Haskins

Improvisational composition

timeblind by Byron Haskins

an excerpted poem American Dream Ballad © by Byron Haskins

I want to be free

I want you to be free with me

I'm dreaming of democracy

I'm thinking of a place

without someone criticizing me

where love is in the blood

without toxic waste.

where who you love

is a matter if taste.

thinking a place

where they don't rip you off

where's there's not struggle

to be on top

where they don't just

lock you up

with great women and men

and everyone defends

democracy

where slavery was fought

where cultures were brought

where hatred is out

where friends are sought

it's time to do some freedom

it's time to do some democracy

adios to projects against America

bienvenu a amor

do you wanna be free?

do you wanna free me?

come dream with me

maybe its a dream

but lets take America back

to democracy.

Can't you hear the sound of children crying over the screaming inside your own head?

Numerological, 8647 means that America will become wise in 2025, by the 14th of November. (8+6=14) (4+7=11). America will no longer be satisfied with simple explanations and superficial frivolous misinformation. America will discover that real gold is in asking questions, researching, listening, and awareness ... being "woke".

The veil will be lifted. The revolution of understanding begins with no dolls for Christmas. :)

Everybody is a Star (SATFS) cover by Byron Haskins

Ghosted

I think I just missed a turn

I shouldn’t have made

I just paid a toll I shouldn’t have paid.

Life has dreams that never come true,

He said, “take a chance on me, I took a chance with you.”

And I got ghosted

Yeah, I got ghosted

He turned every fear I had against me,

Now I’m standing alone in my shame

Yeah, I got ghosted.

Some carry grievances

They refuse to evaluate.

I think it’s time I say

I was one of those who wanted to retaliate!

I let you lead me astray.

I let you lead me into hate.

I guess it’s on me to accept the cause of my fate.

I got ghosted

Yeah you ghosted me

You turned every friend I had against me,

Now I’m standing alone in my shame

Yeah, I got ghosted.

I think I missed the adrenaline rush

I shouldn’t have been so inhuman

that’s the drug we all been dealt

It’s the drug that you been push in’

My life had dreams that never came true,

So, I took a chance, I took a chance, and I was a fool.

And then I got ghosted.

Yeah, you ghosted me.

You turned every friend I had against me,

Now I’m standing here in my shame

Yeah, I got ghosted.

Lyrics: Byron Haskins

© 2025 nPoet9 Publishing

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