Scared of crocodiles.

The pain of love for someone that can’t committ to the same type of feelings. The frustration of it, emotions raging out of control and trying not to show those feelings because they are not returned.

It is not about what you want to do at every giving time but I believe it is all about what you are supposed to do at every given point in time.

A poem by Francis Day.

A poem about death and the grave yard….

The beautiful sunset painted by the master painter…

Poem about a beautiful sunset to a picture with darken clouds and shaded seas,with the sun like a golden eye in the sky…

Autumn song.

My song – my dreams.

My take on The Sun and stages of learning till I find my rest. Its a different kind of prayer to the Creator.