NOV. 6th 1989
My eyes have seen so many things...

DEC.25TH 2007
LORD, Let my heart soar today...

Poetry is more than just words of rhyme,
It is A style of attitude...

The purpose of the beauty of A rose
Is to BEHOLD...

#33
Oct 10TH 1989...

Once upon A time
Not too long ago and not so far away...

PART ONE...
I met a man the other day...

To be born at your own funeral,
I know this sounds so strange...

Time goes on , And so do I,
Just like time, I can crawl or fly...

Often times, situations arise,
Seemingly strong enough to take control...

Loving you, and being loved by you,
its equal remains unknown...