This poem depicts someone who is getting up in age and losing their signs of youth. What was once the image starring back from the mirror is now a different person who has aged. This person is not handling this part of life well and is resentful, but knows it is the natural part of life.

The beautiful sunset painted by the master painter…

The Holy Cross seems to be a popular choice for graves.

Ugly realities.

A Poem Celebrating the Love of God.

Everyone forgets that there is litle glory in war.

Horror in the making, mainly an experimental drive with a storyline.

My past.

A fictional memoir of a classic tyrants rise to power, reign and eventual downfall. It is a tribute to the pressing questions of life; whether redemption can be obtained after the most awful of sins are committed. It also explores the idea that honor and glory are far from the same.

Time well spent.