Karma comes to everybody.

A poem about winter from the perspective of a homeless man.

We have such a special friendship.

How someone feels.

A time to rejoice and unite after the battle has been fought.

Poem. I happen to dabble in song writing, now and then. As I leafed through some old material of times past, I came across a poem that I wrote some fifteen years ago which never made the "tracks"… I thought I would share it with my new friends on this site.

A love poem.

The face of the poor or homeless we do not notice or see.

A poem about the struggles involved in finding life’s answers.

*September 8, 2011*