Spiritual

the Mourning Breath part1

yes...just i case you're wondering, I killed myself in this poem...crazy as it may seem, it's a wonderful feeling when you can do that in a "positive" way and share it with people

The Safety of a Dream

If we were to meet in the safety of a dream Where long, silent shadows are still Where the eyes of the world are tightly shut And the thoughts in a shadowy mill Perhaps we could dance,

On The Road With God

Faith is the presence between God and man . It grows with each step we take .

An Angel's Tears

someone's view of our World

The Body Of Christ

The body hhas different parts that all work together in order that the whole being can function properly .

Semetric Poetry Form

The Mirror of life reflects many things depending on where you're at and how you see it .

Birth Of Evil

Expierence the birth of pure dripping evil in a for which no man could resist to see

For Keith

I grieved and wept for days, Summoning the spirit of Keith, Somehow I believed he just slept in his coffin, The sunflowers bobbed meekly against my knees, The awe of his passing,

After This Life

All of us wake up, Fresh from the battle with Mother Earth or, Tired, licking our wounds and wondering, Everything is softer, Realms vary, according to temperament,