Your heart is a love poem.  He said effortlessly. My heart quivers in a beautiful and pure truth; that is us and you. A ...

This world seems to grow colder Human compassion is a thing of the past   too many psychotic episodes stuck on rerun focal points ...

As the sun began to bleed  At dusk and the birds Gathered for the evening chorus, I began to wonder if this was A ...

My mare was running. Leading the herd towards me Like life could not wait Yet, they live in the moment I forget the pain ...

Can you hear the bells ring so loud and clear? Heralding anticipation. Ghost of the past hover near called back to us this time ...

Life doesn’t hand happiness in abundance scared we will want nothing but the euphoric feeling of satisfaction when there’s plethora of feelings to experience. ...

My Beautiful, American Child –   Which side of the line, will you- get to stand on?   Will you get to speak your ...

Floating on negative waves; without a paddle. Passing days, trapped within your leaky boat Trying to plug each hole, of this sinking ship. Yet, ...

What are your hands really for? What are a pair of hands true purpose? My hands are there to hold you at your weakest; ...