It is coming….

Damn love and all of the damn feelings that come with it….

Sad demise of king of pop Michael Jackson.

Death is inevitable otherwise it’s God.

We are the making of our own demise.

A loved one’s sudden demise left a hollow in my heart. I will miss her so.

Emptiness is often why people grant themselves an early death.

This poem is about a prostitute and how giving into one leads to spiritual death.

Abstract.

Written when a very close friend of mine left me and went to a far away place. This one’s for all the good times we shared.