This is a poem I wrote regarding the state of the world. This world is saturated with death, decay, lies, deceit and so much more that the time for tolerance is at an end. We need to remove ourselves from the destructive fire that prevents ourselves and others to grow. Instead, we need to find that break in the "dark clouds" and escape, enabling us to then return with the tools we need to allow this world to grow.

Pressing the throttle in, I hear wheels start to spin, and I bet you can too. If you’ve ever been four wheeling/ quading this is a poem for you..

Where do ideas come from? All sorts of places… sometimes they seem to come out of nowhere.

The low down on what most annoys me.

Coming out from underneath the ashes isnt easy to do.You finally got over them and got your life back.Now its time to start your car and see how far you can go.

A poem on the spark that we all get in our lives to do something, big or small, but don’t always use it when we have it.