The swaying of the trees is not of a gentle breeze. Rather that of a whirlwind that has twisted your life. Paths that you once knew are foreign and harsh. People you esteemed now their cold backs you feel. Comfort you once embraced is like twisted barbwire. Striving in vain as the light of the […]Read More Life by Design
I am ripped by love and hate To where can I turn This turmoil is Satan’s bait The anger inside me does burn Is all my effort in vain Can one understand what I share What did I really gain Is there really one who can care Will there be a better […]Read More Without love
To see what is not is to deceive one to think of having what they can not. To desire what is not is to fool even the wisest man. To be consumed with one’s self, nothing is to be gained. Nor can one ever go beyond the place his mind can see. For to the […]Read More The things that I ponder.
I wrote this poem 9/11/2001 the Day the U.S.A. was awakened. Rush The Mad rush must go on We stop to wipe a tear Don’t stop too long to care All may be gone if you cry Letting go of what we have Reaching for what we cannot get To lose all we […]Read More A poem named “Rush” 9/11/2001
What I see is not what I think it is, because it is only what I imagine it to be when I would not look at it. The thing I fear the most is far away from where I am because I will not allow myself to get close. When I stand in front of […]Read More I am nothing more and nothing less.