The importants of childhood memories.

Journey of Heart and Soul.

Poem.

Mazotoichi™ "Perception is whatever you want it to be."

Alpha and Omega.

A poem about birth.

From cradle to grave, from new to old, from fresh to decay, all things must run down.

Remembering when you had it all “going on” but now, well, things just didn’t go the way you thought they would now did they?

Another voyage through disjointed nouns/verbs. I purposely leave out much connective tissue (ie and, the, to, from, at, is, too, it, etc.) It’s a poem you have to put together, feel your way through, or not. It’s not easy, you try it!

A basic theme of despair. So many people have lost so much through the process of “living life” and have found little, if any, solace in others causing them to despair, lose love of life and faith in humans. But then, you rally and take heart and believe in yourself, even if it seems no one else does. Buck up little Buck-a-Roo! But this is momentary and down you go again. You need others, nuff sed.