Last night I met up with my soul on a cold dark roadFed up of me many many years agoAny idea what it is to be dead like me?Do you think you'd be able to feel warmth & love...

I love how there is much to choosewhen it then comes time to infuselet the ink seep in ever deepshare these secrets that I keep Pen a little poem in the nightin the hope that it turns out rightthat my...

Come to me,in that long stride and sway of your walkwhich incites anticipation.Your eyes though reach me first –Oh, the intensity of your gaze.Such concentration of powerand compassion within those pearly eyes,I cannot help but be stunned and awed.Come...