One fine day,
we all will believe…

Dark clouds, soft winds
Pale face, moist eyes…

Maybe you’re a diamond
you let your experiences shape you…

I still remember
how you loved those…

There is a zone
Where the sun rises…

Why are we born and why do we die?
As twelve hours round the clock…

I think of him every day
As the months have lingered by…

Like ice that cools the drink in a glass,

There’s a calm beneath your wings…

She sat by the rubble of her broken home,
Her tear-filled eyes stared at the torn…

I get asked a lot- “What’s your fascination…

The rain washes down
all my feelings and…

Beautifully decorated,
For each their own…

My Momma asking me
Looking at my recent poems…

There is a disinterest
in the air of this room…

When life seems without a ray,
And you often cease to pray…