Every wise man sings the blues

This is the life my habits choose

love might be be a losing game

but don’t fear the bruise.

there may be choice

where you hear your own voice

and know for certainty

your own adversity

and grow towards the light like a plant

learn that music flows through you like a dance

There maybe suffering here

Every wise man may sing the blues

but at least he knows he’s yesterday’s news

and our children’s children are the future we have to protect

Mother Earth has to be given love and respect

in the eyes of every living creature

is that love we hide

But it’s as constant as the seas tide

flowing back and forth

As we stride searching for the answers

which have been in us since the start

eyes of wonder

and big hearts.

Who is Daniel Hooks?

Existential views
Church bell blues
Christian old news
Messiah complex
Respectful specs
Saviour syndrome old tech
Love in heart of the wild
A sky cannot be outsourced or out styled
It has millions of vistas and views
I will never be old news
We are the sky
We will never die
Or sink into religious why’s
Who is Daniel Hooks?
Neither a robber or a crook
Just a man who looks
Into the depths
like the mind who crept into a unfinished novel
I keep your secrets in my hovel.