My siblings are Compassion. But my sight was dim and my heart was weak. I died. And was reborn. Now I live with a vengeance, and my parents reside within. My thoughts are light, yet ...
Hence the days, of the dawn of man… The human’s race, to come up with… Basic Instructions Before Leavin… And all the while, determining sel… So in your quest, in finding yours…
As far as I’m concerned, I have only one thing left to give… As far as I’m concerned, It’s all I’ll ever need to live. As far as I’m concerned,
I, am a soldier of battle. I live, therefore, I train. Those that have come before me, mentors. My weapons; truth, compassion and faith. I was wounded. But now I am back with a vengean...
It is sometimes only in darkness,… Only then can we allow, what is tr… Broken trust, and fear to a fault; Though seemingly real, life grinds… Feigning strength, we may pretend…
Understand, that it is not for us… But only obediance and humility, t… What would be the time, if not for… For thousands of years man afforde… All that you may have, rests light…
Sometimes poetry can be something other than words; (e.g. poetry in motion) Well, recently I had the privilege of encountering poetry personified. I attempted to obtain one of those fre...
As evening looms, louder than ligh… Ceding to the darkness, charging t… To enter this arena, need only be… Stature no matter, for time is the… Without a sound, it’s presence bec…
This is not over, not by a mile; It is perpetuated by love, born of… An unsure step, met with an outstr… A friendship ensued, this is how i… I rescued you from the night, and…
A future obscured, by uncertain ho… The present measured, by the abil… Unbridled passion, to be reined an… The delegation of responsibility,… ‘Run for your life’, the latest po…
I’m the one that believes, in the small of a woman’s back. I’m the one that believes, that you can speak, by turning your back. And I am the one that believes, you can cry without shedd...
Cries the morning, of a wretched n… Binds the living, to it’s urban pl… Feared the most, are sights unseen… Yet still we beg, for it to be a d… A waning sun, that once burned bri…
Unto the morning, the night’s futu… Far be it to end, but only time th… Ask nothing in return, yet offer y… Combined of heart and soul, the on… It is the tears of joy, all in whi…
I was welcomed by it’s din, though… The tremors that coursed through m… To try and gauge it’s power, to an… Imagining the force, of a wave as… The surf bellowed with a crash, bu…
