Refining our merging of people, culture and world surrounding to a satisfying degree.

I Am.

Short poem about losing yourself to passion’s flames.

If something is so perfect, then it would not find a place in this world, as there always has to be room for improvement to ensure survival.

What is love? Why do we feel it?

With trembling arms of passion.

Ok this isn’t very me…but i’m back feeling alot of things I know I can’t make you understand…back in that place again… I have wrote some poems before I started feeling this way again that I have still to add, so don’t think that all the poems I add for a while are going to be all ( or whatever.

A year or so back I wrote about my Sons Schizophrenia, I hope this follow up will help the Mums and Dads who think there will be no change.

This is basically about living with severe dissociation and not really belonging to anywhere and falling back into addiction because of it. The picture is Valtiel- he is from Silent Hill. Basically his purpose is watch over the birth of God. He is an attendant of God.

Been thinking about endings quite a bit lately.