With all these storms and winds we have been having lately, I am thinking of the poor souls who have had their homes and lands flooded by dirty water.

Loosing your way in life, and giving up hope.

Soon the tree will appear in Rockefeller Center and old cronies that meet once a year will meet there once again. Maybe for the last time so frail and subjective is this life of ours.

This poem is one I wrote about forbidden love and the pain it causes. I go on to describe that the love and pain is with you like a shadow, even in your dreams while you sleep.

It was a very hard time in my life when I wrote this. My angel came and helped me out. Watch my whole demeanor change in the middle of the poem.

How much worse could things get? Find out when Joe makes the final choice.

Taking green energy to a human level.

Love?

A journey of the mind to no place in particular.

A submission of thought.