Something reality parting I wrote once..

Fate sticks to its rigid path.

Explosions caused by Methane gases in a coal mine deep below West Virginia claimed the lives of 78 miners in 1968. The damage caused by these explosions was so extensive that the mine was sealed with the miners bodies still trapped inside.

I hate how you let me down.

A short Poem written by me on 10-14-07.

A poem about a recent project I started.

A profound profound poem of a camouflaged lover.

There is a time to call it quits and accept defeat.

The art of love created between two that is willing to allow entry to form within their heart, to grow and grow into the most wonderful masterpiece. A creation of love.

This is a realistic horror about what the consquences are to crime.You always go in one way and come out another, hardened by the criminals you do time with.Society itself punishes you, hardens you and slaps you in with a bunch of convicts who know the rules of the game.You then become aware that you either do or die and inevitably become an even worse criminal than what you were when you went in, straying from all pupose, leading you down the devils path of enlightment. Perhaps we know someone like this,or have a family member like this, but no one ever likes to admit it as though they themselves are the ones that committed the crime.I wrote this for my brother.