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.
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…
I’m the one that believes, in the small of a woman’s back. I’m the one that believes, that you can speak, by turning your back. And I am the one that believes, you can cry without shedd...
Welcome to, the forever mile; Here are your keys, and your corpo… What we do here, is learn how to l… Yet on some days, all you’ll do is… The terms you agree, are relative…
The petals of a Rose, may only la… But the memory of it’s scent, can… And that, is what makes you beauti… Forever.
I may have fallen like rain, but… I may be as bright as day, but I… I have bruised my ego and broken m… I have feared the dark and hidden… All I know is that I know not.
As evening looms, louder than ligh… Ceding to the darkness, charging t… To enter this arena, need only be… Stature no matter, for time is the… Without a sound, it’s presence bec…
It is through this window, that I… Yet it is my soul, that longs to b… A sudden burst of rain, and a soft… As my only friends, do I speak of… These words I send, but pictures…
Expect nothing, and you’ll never b… Everything else is a blessing...
I know for sure, that God set my… ...Because every day, is right on…
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’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…
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...
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…
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…
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...