Unknown desire.

A small story of a time when fuel is no more – Comment if you think I should continue it past one chapter

Life for me can either be a dry, miserable existence or full to overflowing with fresh water from God’s stream. The choice is mine to make.

Wrote this as word of encouragement for me to move onward.

A metaphorical of the metaphysical, this poem explores the symbology within the enbalmment, entombment, and interring of mummified kings.

A poem touching the spiritual journey of a Christian finding himself within his religion and questioning the dogmas and ritualistic rites of some who claim the same bite of truth.

Oh!Lord my plead,I may never bring myself to love.
I was Gloomy and I’m damn sure will always be.No one is able to wipe this word from my name,not even me.

Isn’t the Mojave, or the Sahara just a beautiful, arid place? A wonder!

Humorous poem about being lost in the desert.

What would be the result of a Third World War? Who will be the ultimate victim of such an event? This poem beautifully explores the bizarre world…