A disease can be a death sentence.

This was supposed to be a birth poem. But it didn’t turn out like I wanted. Still I like it.

Subtle erotica.

Jealousy riddles your heart and mind with disease.

Are your superstitions getting in the way of your personal happiness and transformation into a happy life? Are your collective superstitions and prejudices getting in the way of Humanity’s evolution? Three simple steps can begin to take you out of this trap. First, admit the silliness of these superstitions and break two or more of the taboos imposed by them. Here is a poem I wrote about this subject.

There are different colors of roses present, each carrying a deep special meaning behind them.

Barack Hussein Obama = Osama Bin Laden / Sadam Hussein = Terrorism + Death to America.

A free verse poem about pulling through dark times.

Black can be ceremonial. Black and Grey are often opposed.

The horrors of war cannot be expressed by mere words by through the experiences of those who have engaged the distances between life and death. This tribute Combat Infantry and Combat Support units is but a dusty taste in reality.