Night
We speak ill of the night,
Equate it with the dark,
As lacking any light,
Devoid of any spark.
Haunted
At the dark end of a wayward street,
Atop a bare and lonely ,
its the old man’s mansion replete,
Bespoke in tendrilled ivy vest.
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!