the ignorant savants

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 pushin’

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

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HCR 08172025:

Trump has misunderstood the nature of power in a democracy at home, too. Rather than building domestic coalitions to support the government, he is overseeing the takeover of the government by a radical minority that seems to think the way to build power is for the government to attack its own people.

off-beat trump screws democracies on repeat

soundtrack to a set of short documentaries

plastic tears by Byron Haskins

the return

Rope a Dope

Big dog climbing up a fence

little dog yipping away

a whirling water hose

over my head.

There is no fear of being dead.

There is no hope of finding dread.

there is no hate in baking bread.

there is no anger on my head.

Just a water lasso going 'round

a climbing dog

a lady singing from her balcony

for her little pooch to return.

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From "Race Relations" by Byron Haskins. Amazon Kindle.

light and easy listening

push back against agent orange

adapted by Byron Haskins from Martha Beck's wayfinding words

No Words

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I am a cloud of unknowing

but I know where I'm going

I'm so silent, I can hear

I am so absorbed, I have no fear.we are connected

we are perfect

we are whole

we are beautiful

no words

no words

The Front

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Falling backwards with no friend to catch you.

Sliding in the mud with Captain Chaos coloring you blue.

No time to stew, we gotta be blunt,

Don't go for the punt.

We gotta kick out the jams

and get into the front.

Not the back, not the side, not the bottom - The Front.