A poem about the ultimate human condition.

Lady like a bottle of wine.

A composition requested by a special friend of mine for his resignation.

A poem about love, and someone choosing you out of all the other fish in the sea. Hope you enjoy!

Without knowledge that I intend to land to an ultimate world I supposed its wonderland.

A poem of losing… Most of us feel it.
If only you could buy the needs and wants of the ambition.
If only you can build a compound of your own and have your love of battalion.

In order for roses to survive, they must cling to a vine. If they fall, or is cut off, they wither and die. People, God’s roses, should cling to Him, for when we fall, He will pick us up and restore us.

Nothing further needs be said.

While all others journey on, a single flower remains…

Our connection to Jesus Christ.