My deepest gratitude, to Mr. Ernesto Madrid and the entire staff of the Stillman Sawyer branch of The Salvation Army; for teaching me about true warmth and compassion...Thank you.
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 ...
I know for sure, that God set my… ...Because every day, is right on…
I’ve come for the battle, of right… My weapon of choice, to possess so… I can speak volumes, without makin… Though so spiritually lost, though… The armor within, so battered and…
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…
My door wide open, yet I do not l… My only visitor, a soft cool breez… I am alone, but lonely I am not; Realizing contention, my foremost… Whispering your name, Im glad you…
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...
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…
Just a few feet away, where the pr… I watch in obscurity, from the ver… It’s not that they’re better, or a… But have faith in their faith, to… And try as I might, to adhere to…
It is to the night, that we keep s… And yet the place, that holds our… With a furtive glance, we avoid th… Though we’d have better luck, stay… You did not want, what I had to g…
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…
Within my mind, I cannot stay; For not the truth, remains at bay. No cry of pain, nor fallen tear; Not even faith, will come near. This silent rage, comes of age;
I beg of you to cherish it; For once, it was all mine. Nourished, and had it broken; In a thousand years of time. Surviving on hope, but faith that…
The petals of a Rose, may only la… But the memory of it’s scent, can… And that, is what makes you beauti… Forever.
Hold not, to the heart, that may h… For the path you choose, may not b… Severed ties, and a thousand lies; Will never seem fit, behind broken… Of a goodbye kiss, you can always…