6/1/2012.

The Homeless Man in Demand.

A poem about Freedom.

I said the sound of the words
Perhaps the meaning of the noise.

A poem from the heart. Please leave a comment and look at my other peotry. Thank you!

Oh, where did my America go?

Short poem of lovers parting.

To work or not, that is the nagging question?

The long journey of life may not be a bed of roses for all. Still, one has to move until he/she falls.

Moments of chaos.