Second chapter of the first book in my novel series. I’ve decided that it will be called the [Unnamed] Trilogy.

The wonders of love and the lack of…

If we didn’t care we wouldn’t hurt.

I see no point in conflict just for conflicts sake.

This is a poem that I wrote during down time on missions, driving thousands of missiles and ammunition through Iraq, in the US Army. Writing was an escape that I had to get myself away, and forget for a little bit that I was there.

Anything can start a chain reaction of thoughts.

Some awful things are said in arguements.

Just my song in progress.

New Techniques.