My poetry comes From up above, Sent down here To me like a dove, Inspirational gumdrops,

Suffering can be an opportunity To become closer To God, A break-away to a holy score, Where tragedy only is seen after a… The knocking of God is happening…

“Willie’s in the corner!” My mother lets me know, Willie wants to get out, Or so he thinks so, “Willie don’t bite the curtains”

I am the winner of the poetry priz… I am special in your eyes, Looking up to me you see, Potential & a place in history, Winner of the prize...

A sea of people I see, I look inside myself, I am one of them, There is no difference, No separation at the seams,

Trees are gentle giants That scrape the sky With their groping grace, Timeless & motionless They mirror 'God The Father’s

I live to weave my thoughts Into words, My word into phrases, My phrases jump to life On paper;

The humble ant what a marvel, He can lift more than twice his we… And carry the spoils on his back w… The humble ant can worl for hours… Communicate simultaneously while w…

We are born Not for ourselves But for each other, Brother for sister, Daughter for father,

Life is not about avoiding mistake… But learning from them, This imperfect life in An imperfect world Is about learning for the spiritua…

God are you in the sky, Are you the air, under the birds’… That help them fly? Are you the legs that support the… Or help the homelss or the disable…

Pieces of glass; fragments & bits, Once alive once whole, Now tattered & torn, Pieces of puzzles screaming to be… Pieces of trouble, unhinged, disso…

Why is blood the color red? Is it because our Creator wants Us to notice it when shed? Like taking in a blood-red sunset, Or when we are alarmed

Sometimes life is so utterly delic… Out of it I want to take a bite Rip it into stitches, Sometimes I want To take flight,

At our lowest point Of turmoil & despair We reach for Heaven When we dare To let go...