This is America brief explanation.

The year is dead, qualified to be called old. Gone forever is 2011 passing on to 2012. A year of great expectations. Happy and Successful new year to all!

A fictitious story of what didn’t take place but could have happened to anyone beyond the distance of this poem.

A small poem I wrote.

Rap lyrics by an alter-ego. Templar. It’s a work in progress. No chorus yet, nor is there a beat.

This Mamma Jamma is hard!!!

A President cooking up a new way.

I always thought America was perfect. What happened? What made me discover that good and evil are never found by themselves? They are never alone; good and evil are always found coexisting side-by side in anything.

It’s great to be free.

Bullies are everywhere.