A Good Book is like a living document,
that often dies when its words no longer breathe...

Missed appointments to disappointments
Are the flies in the proverbial ointments...

Remember I was shining
at my last book signing...

My God is in the seed
God is in the flower...

Created in the image and likeness of the divine
Some words pass through me as if they were mine...

Did God give you Genes?
Natural awareness of...

All wisdom is not earned
even if lessons are learned...

The random races relay
A myriad of messages...

Do you have any remorse?
No one wants pain of course...

Do you mind?
Do you mind brother...

Do you want to make love?
Or do you want to make war...

Does darkness exist, it certainly does
Yet, Light always will be and always was...