Love Thy Neighbor, Judge Them Not.

The saddest situation is when, myself is not in jibe with each other.

5/28/2012.

This poem gives an insight to the reader that people should love their enemies also as every person is undergoing o problem or the other which we cannot judge.

My father was ex-army & ex-coast guard, my grandpa a naval officer on the U.S.S Kittyhawk & U.S.S Constantine, & my uncle a army reserve officer. This is my salute to men who served then & still serve for us now. The day they rest as a K.I.A, will grow old & die with the memories of their friends & family who were K.I.A along side them on a blood trenched battlefield, or will die knowing they are serving their country. My salute to all who have shed blood for our freedoms & those who will.

A poem about a battle fought long ago.

A poem written for a Remembrance Day contest.

Chilling…

A short and sweet creative Gothic piece drawing its roots from Poe’s Masque of the Red Death and with delightfully frightful ending.

It is no longer fun.