Flesh has born in body torn,
Epitaphs in sullen grey,
A feast is spread before us,
Table filled with what we say…
Your love is like dust now,
Just small remnants that remain,
Scattered thoughts and images,
Floating inside my brain.
Poetry and Prose
Sharing My Journey of Faith And Experience
Cherish every moment
I speak my heart out.
♠️Rip It Up & Start Again♥️
Connecting philosophy to the world around us
Dichotomy | Contrast | Life
Award-winning Author. Veteran. Patriot. Martial Artist.
Scribbled pieces of life
We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
It's an uncertain life!
