A continuing love story.

I’m just a guy who likes to write lines.

Life’s troubles can be unbearable but there are little ones about which we may complain, particularly when they appear and soon disappear. Now and then, we tend to become overly-anxious and worry too much, when such troubles are considered to be trifling.

A two part Haiku about a goldfish.

The relaxation from a shower is hard to duplicate, with the quiet calm and aroma of clean fragrances enveloping a person. It felt necessary to describe this sensation on paper.

Michael Jackson the Man in the Mirror. Gone – Yet not likely forgotten.

The chase after those illusive words and thoughts.

Prayer is the bridge between God and man. Prayer is the spiritual breath that exhilerates the soul. It is all-embracing, testing our stamina to endure tribulation, but by the same token, the only way through which we can assure ourselves that there is nothing to fear, but fear itself; but fear can be melted down to courage when we cross that bridge that connects us with the Lord.

Throughout life you look for short fixes, but true ecstasy is found wrapped within your soul.

Playing with bubbles with my Kittunni.