World trade centre downfall.

Short Blues Song Solo.

…walls are built to be knocked down.

Letting someone past the walls around your heart…

This is about something so simple yet so complex. I’m hoping that the majority of you understand it. For those who don’t, just go with the flow.

This is a song I wrote about life.

A poem about a little one who is affected by his dads snoring.

The continuation of the series.

When coming to praise the Lord, I should worship with every fiber of my being. The cost to me of worship is so miniscule compared to his gift of salvation.

Four walls. One, two, three and four grey, brick walls. Not moving – nothing at all. Trapped.