BOOMERS ANONYMOUS -- Care or Quit?

It's a long story . . . and it's a long, strange, trip. If you are reading this, God Bless You. I have chosen my confessions, trying to keep up. Lke a hurt, lost, and blinded fool, trying to keep an eye on you. Now I've said too much.  I don't need to cry away each lonely night. PROSE WISHES IT WERE POETRY, POETRY WISHES IT WERE MUSIC.   MUSIC SIMPLY WISHES. AND ALL THE WHILE,  IT'S LOVE THAT FULFILLS.  Listen well, my children, and you will hear. If you dare . . .  © 2026 by Roy B. Santonil

Happy Easter . Happy 420. Happy Birthday . "He is not here." © 2025 by Roy B. Santonil

So I did it. Here's the full cover version of the song, with both parts. [ These Days ] includes me trying to sing, as well as the lyrics Also, the YouTube channel will be under a pseudonym >>> Clarence Quemuel -- long story. Don't be cruel.   YouTube is hassling me about copyrights and whatnot. We'll see how long this lasts.  © 2025 Roy B. Santonill

さとり the sea is parting. was Pandemic a real thing? payback coming soon *** ever write a poem? haiku can get you started neat quick and easy *** this Japanese style can sometimes get annoying but writing is fun *** this is what I do Nice Work If You Can Get It time to hit the course *** one more for the road words are cages for your thots I dislike spell check *** subscribe to my blog humor will lighten the load--- dad jokes for the win ***  seventh stanza here don't want to use too much Time another post Done *** fingers help me count the syllables i needed two finish this Peace *** /end fugue state  © 2022 Roy B. Santonil