I do not write poetry
poetry writes me...

Hold fast to dreams
for dreams die...

God's love is like an Island,
in the life-ocean vast and wide...

I am a poet
Emotions i can create...

Are we friends or are we foes
through the human greed the hatred grows...

My candle burns at both ends
it may not last the night...

Her beauty is like a snowflake,
falling softly on the land...

As I rest beneath the chestnut tree,
my mind and soul were totally free...

It's amazing how life just fell apart,
those darkened shadows upon my heart...

I go sileantly into the night
I surrender at will and pose no fight...