Something that I wrote in a strange state of mind, it lead to an interesting opinion on reality.

The pain of love for someone that can’t committ to the same type of feelings. The frustration of it, emotions raging out of control and trying not to show those feelings because they are not returned.

My best poem to date, dealing with a world born of nightmares and cured by the sun. Depth I’d not dreamed of, and an accomplishment that always leaves readers amazed as they figure out what’s going on.

Short poem.

A few encouraging words and a piece of my story are included here for your motivation to turn tears into triumph. Are you determined to succeed?

Short talks about things that can be interesting to one and to go for what is wanted.

The truth comes out.

Soon the tree will appear in Rockefeller Center and old cronies that meet once a year will meet there once again. Maybe for the last time so frail and subjective is this life of ours.

Memories of past fears and troubles with no peace, thinking on and on about the past, not able to let it go. Hope seems wilted. A person crying out to be rescued from their own thoughts and memories of the past.

The lake with lamps ignited and left to sail away their flame a glowing hope or desire…