Grieving can be so unbearable.

An apology in a form of a poem to my loved one.

Things can dramatically change just as you think they are working out.

He seemed not at his wit’s end,
Nor mad at the world at all….

When we go too far into the dark, our conscience is seared so that there is possibly no redemption. We cease to hear the voice of reason and good!

Grieving is part of life.

Poem about believing in love…..well sort of….its actually something simular to a Vern Gosdin song??

Every living thing that dies, tends to decompose back to Earth, like a never ending circle. We are a part of it as much as it is a part of us, we are one.

Reality can sometimes be too harsh…

This poem was made for those who become victims of the eruption of Mount Merapi, and that all of Indonesia grieve for them.