Why are most of our choices evil, immoral, and just plain bad? One day we will pay for those paths!

Street poetry.

A dark poem that tells an interesting story.

A narrative poem about how there are more devils around than you think.

I fell asleep in the AM hours recently and dreamed I was riding on the open prairie.The covered wagon gave me protection from the sun but not its intense heat.In my long dress and well worn bonnet,all I wanted was to reach our destination and build a new home.Why I remembered this dream I will really never know but here is my dream in written form.

Results of dropping the nucear bomb.

My house burned to the ground in 1984.

Love is something and it has its good and bad points.But for the most part its worth everything we put into it.Sometimes actions speak louder then our spoken words will ever do.I suppose this is my version of one way it could do just that.

Fever 2010, fires in Russia, burn Reserves.

A.N.Trani.