Our Founding Fathers proposed that liberty could only be gained, not inherited, and it looks like we may have to grab it again!

I found my inspiration in a picture.

The sounds from yesteryear.

A Short poem on a beautiful summer’s day.

The Pastor was teaching from Isaiah 43:2 one Sunday evening and I found myself wandering in my mind as the passage touched my heart and life. When I arrived home, I put these words on paper in freestyle.

Off of the Photo of the same title by Retrubutionist.

My Eyelids Are Heavy.

Reasons, Excuses, and because; telling me why you don’t love me is as easy breathing and that is something that is getting harder and harder for me to do. Drowning In Because… my head is barely above water, my fault for still hearing anything.

What is so beautiful about it, when it’s gone slipped away through my hands?

This one is a story, it took me awhile to write it! As this is not my usual cup of tea.
I don’t usually contemplate before I write about something, because words somehow just love to flow into my fingers and then flew towards my mind later on. I felt quiet disappointed because the first version of this piece was lost and I could never get the same feeling of writing it again, I poured so much emotion to it and now it’s gone. This current version isn’t so bad, but if I could turn the clock the other way around, I wish for it to go back to the time when it’s all begun……

There are many jewels that adorn a crown. One however becomes the center of attention because of its preciousness.