This is a poem I wrote just today (February 6, 2012) about the anxiety of my days I have been juggling since I have been on "medical leave" from work, waiting for worker’s compensation to kick in.

No one is perfect ,it does not also mean that it is alright to commit sin. One needs to strive for perfection. Hard but little by little with proper guidance one can.

On and On.

From the start to finish.

Poetry.

Say hi to Vanity!

May be I am wrong
may be they are right
may be all of us
were born to fight.

Comparison of unity vanity and different countries.

What happens when little flowers don’t get admired.

The Captain of Patricians.