[tabby title="Poem"] I'm here, sittingYou're there, standingWe're walkingWith phonesWith songsWith fancy clothesAnd bagsAnd fake smilesAll distractionsFrom what's actually happeningNobody knows what true happinessBut let's just smileNobody knows who diedWho's happyWhat happenedMore than what the media is feeding you,You know nothingBut...

[tabby title="Poem"] Ether steam arrivesIts task, dissolveand erase; Nowgone as yesterday Detritus flung, discarded;A lifePressed levelTo a burial mound TheColorsBloated,Poisoned; the cultQuietGoneNo longerNeedy [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Kenneth Cahall lives with the necessary amount of angst and ego to submit poems...

[tabby title="Poem"] You do not know Him if you think He has not washed the feet of his enemies while picking the thorns out as they were collected as the crown of his head changed into a corona. You do...

[tabs tab1="Poem" tab2="Poet Bio"] [tab id=1]A quietness comes abroad Each day and night, I fear of you appearing to break my heart. Voices heard rising then they suicide, and we are warned. This all happens just before the storm. Now...

[tabs tab1="Poem" tab2="Poet Bio"] [tab id=1]Adventuring down a path of struggles and pain; your words speak of great wisdom and grace. Teaching and singing of things you know first hand; inspiring people from place to place. Feelings of sorrow, distrust...