Behind closed doors

I hide.

Unwilling to show my torment.

For some people work is a chore – it is that one thing that you must attend for a certain number of days in a year and in return you were given acceptable levels of coinage in order to cover your expenses. For Sai Rook this was not the case – his entire life was his job. Every day he would follow a routine that involved caring for one of the most important people in Holy Lands. Nothing ever changed, he was paid handsomely but never got any free time in which to spend it but that did not matter; his job was his life but that did not mean it was easy.

A narrative poem, a metaphor for life.

A haiku inspired by how my dad has been in my life.

Poetry ~ Michael, The Archangel.

A brief understanding of what makes me your leader.

4-1-11.

The human soul is our true identity and plays the most important role.

I Loved this picture and had to write with it….

A poem I wrote for the girl I was in love with.