The warm sun flitters o’er my drawn up face. I marvel at the green; how…
Tag: poem
Problem is the past is a highlight reel. Can’t be trusted.Only the best parts show…
When you walkthrough a doorand end upon the other sidetry and remember why you are…
For those that believe thoughts have the powerto alter reality.I ask you to run at…
I settle into comfort reclining my earth tone leather chair.Ready for an hour or twoof…
A person finds their own way out,but control belongs tothe one who built the maze.
There will be times whenhonor and empathy are incompatible withlogic and reason. Always choose honor…
Fire exists to consume. It can only beto its nature.Still, it cankeep us warm against…