If morning heralded by rising moon,
And sun made the midnight noon,
If thorns bloomed from petaled stem,
And angels as evil as mortal men…
As you go through your life you’ll find
most things will come and go
like the weather of the seasons
the heat, the rain, and snow
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!
