There once was a tree that evolved a small wing
or that is what the atheist would have us believe...

With my arms wide open
I welcome any stranger...

Just the thought of your kiss
brings to me so much bliss...

Our little talks were like a flowing river
I the receiver, you my dear the giver...

It's almost four, I cannot sleep
I was born to write, born to win...

I'd love to go to Holy Lands, in my heart,
When turmoil ceases, and the peace has returned...

Poetry may be reflections of immortal souls.
A record of life's journey to the sacred light...

What evil lies and waits
for those with unsure fates...

To the outlaw I never knew
many are saying the red white & blue...

Have you ever felt your pulse in your toothache?
Have ever seen a child killed for goodness sake...

Should I write another letter
that will likely never get read...

Love
living...