Is the way to go…

A story of two lovers determined to be together. and their plight against evil.

The tale of what the tunnel holds.

Don’t think it is better than it really is.

A poem I wrote a long time ago when I first found out my grandmother was very sick.

A childhood story that you had to be there to get a laugh.

A young boys first experiances with death and what happens after death.

On rating your life…

A view of being anxiouse and geting yourself into a hole.

A tingling feeling came over me
A sensation that had set my muscles free
The darkness was calling
As I saw myself falling…

…As my movements slowed
The light began to show
Chasing the calming darkness away
And set back down I was, to see another day.