i’ve always been the third wheel,
the pity friend,
the background character.
i’ve always been another body-
just to make the group an even number,
another voice-
just to make the laughter slightly louder,
another wallet-
just to make the split cost a little cheaper.

He couldn’t even finish a bowl of sorbet—he said it was “too sweet” for him.

Little did he know—he was too sweet for the cruel world he was born into.

The Left Handed Power

      Don’t let it Happen, no, no
Don’t let this world get to you
Negatively and worry can always be
Defeated by a positive point of view

When darkness falls on the city
And it seems to follow you too
Jesus will be your guiding light
When there’s nothing you can do

A Demons whisper can steal your
Happiness like a thief in the night
A simple suggestion can lead to
Temptation and wrong can feel so right

You’re only human and you can easily
Be found vulnerable in your weakness
But with Jesus you’ll find strength
Despite your flaws and meekness

So just give your heart to Jesus and get
Drenched in his Love & Grace Shower
And you’ll never have to surrender to
The Left Handed Power

Written By:Charles Kean
07/21/2025

Impoverished
Wind chimes
Clacking
Countless endeavors
No longer intruding
Sweet surrender embraces
Me in it’s fold
Thoughts no longer
On a loop
A one track mind cleansed
Let a precise gentle energy
Find me a peaceful
Place to rest my head
A quiet orchard
As stars gaze in the background
Let my weary body recharge
As the clocks
Continuously tick to a different
Frequency
On off switch is fixed
As the hand
That’s been rocking my
Cradle is at ease
Far from physically exhausted
Compliment me in some
Priceless ZEN
The dense
Quiet I’ve been searching
For as my head
Hits the fluffy pillow
Mentally it’s been exhausting
Running a marathon at full sprint
Taken aback by the faint syllables
That sing me lullabies to sleep
And this is just the beginning

Red ambers
White as a ghost
Shrewd feelings aside
I assure you
What I can not
Take with me is not
Of importance
My soul doesn’t
Crave the materialistic
Flaunting possessions
Have they ever positioned
Me for a better seat
At his table
Scope
Of the matter is
There’s a bigger picture at hand
Catch phrases twenty twenty
Non refundable
Suppressed grey areas
In need of renovation
Serendipity
Slowly sprinkled it’s way
Into my psyche
Like rolling tides
Slowly
Hashing me out
Down to the last minute fiber
As the toxins exfoliated
My pendulum swings
At a more even tempo
Guided by a vitality that
Leaves me feeling as
Though when the levee breaks
I’ll be just fine in the end