Brandishing his sword
He swings it fierce...

He Swings His Sword
Aiming his blow...

Donning armor of god
Wielding a sword of light...

Frustrations of this life
Are filling my head...

Dear son,
I know your only 3 months old...

This poem is for My Girlfriend who deserves this...
I Love You so much...

I find myself at
A lost for words...

I lift up my eyes
Unto the mountains...

In your presence I
Forever choose to live...

It feels like you life is crashing
Down all around you...

Icy Chills aroung my heart
A heart thats made of stone...

As I lay tossing in my bed
lost in my fears...