An early morning greeted by the sun.

Perception is the thin line between real and imaginary. When you don’t realize it, then you have crossed into madness.

Love is a joy.

We all have fantasies of what our greatest day would consist of.

Just another poem.

Poem about this beautiful tree….

This is about an uncanny feeling of being watched by a ghost.
This was written Jan. 12,1986.

Changing one’s outlook on life, and holding back a little for self-preservation and sanity.

Judged by what you wear.

The men dressed in black.