A visionary and prophetic poem I wrote some years ago.

A poem depicting the visions and feelings of a good man fighting violently for his life.

A confused man (Bial Lancasater) loses his wife to a terrible car accident that strangely seems familiar to him when he moves to Chicago and symbolic things reoccur.

Part one.

This one goes out to the one I love…

Is it a dream, or just a streaming series of disconnected visions?

The lack of punctuation is purposeful.

Could this be another way to process believing?

Extremely experimental haikus. Spaced out poetry for the curious mind.

Can we really get a second chance at life?

I dont know if I believe in god or not but there was a messege in the storm, something you might see in a movie. I will never forget it ,ever.

What the eye sees.