This is an oldy, I think it was around 2000. I have a feeling that I was riding the melancholy trolley at the time.

For my Kiwi flower.

What do you do when your home alone with your little brother and a fire starts.

This is about the expression of my loneliness away from my husband…

Take a walk in the peaceful mountains. Let the wind refresh your thoughts and the sun renew your soul. As you think of all that ever happened in this life, remember your lost loved ones most of all. They will always be a part of you and in due time they will return to guide you home again to gently flowing streams.

We cannot always determine from an early age, where we end up in life. For every train, there is destination to some new adventure we have yet to live. For every track that divides our different worlds, there is one that ultimately ties our fate and brings us home again.

Though relationships may end, sometimes for unexplainable reasons, true love never really does. The lasting hope of seeing someone we truly care about, return to us happy and whole of spirit, mind and body, is what motivates some of us to carry on into an uncertain future.

Sometimes it is difficult for a Vampire to behave. When the need to feed arises at work, the challenge of containing the inner beast proves most difficult indeed.

Just what it says.

The cerebrum: the part of your brain that lets you think, reason, and move voluntary muscles.

A poem I wrote that I am very proud of.

There is, actually, a meaning for this poem. I look at it now and wonder why I wrote it, but I always fall back to a deeper meaning inside of it. Do you know what it is?