The inner most thoughts of a murderer are a mystery, this work of fiction is my vision of what a murderer sees the first time he takes a life.

This is a poem I wrote years ago about how you lose the innocence of childhood, and as adults we go to our graves lost. It sometimes seems as if people choose a section of others that are outcasted, and that many people think they are better than the outcasts. In reality nobody is better than anyone else except maybe children and people humanity chooses to outcast.

Life lessons can be found everywhere; even in a jellybean.

How your upbringing can affect the way you live your life.

Everything I had to do to make myself more acceptable to a society that shuns the unknown and the different made me more than a little bitter.

A man’s life blown away and a child’s innocence is lost.

Human life can be so close to the cruelty of nature that you can hear the irony of laughter and smell the blood of coming Death.