That shallow stream we once knew is now the victim of late unused. Its once glimmering waters held childhood joys and life abound. The bottom full of sand and mud, became victim to the sun dried dust. Once gleaming sprouting green, surrounded its banks as high as knees. Then Mother Nature swallowed her whole, […]
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My dad joined the Army when just a young boy. Taking away most of his childhood joy. So young he learned to be brave and strong. Forgetting fear when things went wrong. Working in the field when the notice came. He was needed and his country called his name. He put on a uniform and […]
Life spent with Christ, how sweet it can’t be. No more acts of sinning to burden me. From this day, his path I take. The journey of salvation, only the righteous can make. Only my Christ has set me free. Always his love was there for me. By his love I came to see, the […]
The road I once traveled, was the highway of desire. My lust for sin burned me, like Hell’s forbidden fires. Then the dark one touched my soul. Pricked my heart with his unholy sword. He spoke to me, as I slept. For I was the weak one, in your flock of sheep. Then you sheltered […]
Good morning, welcome to the annual TRS Thanksgiving book party. I am still promoting my poetry collection, Poems of Life, Love and Everything in Between”. I will be awarding two lucky people within the U.S., a paperback copy of the poetry book or my true crime short story collection, “Twisted Love”. So please do comment. […]
I’m too short for the runway, and too heavy for the track. I like my TV. and junk food, what’s so wrong with that? My hair is too curly, and my smile to small, but our God made me this way, all in all. To whom it may concern. My spirit is strong and my […]
The rain has gone with none to come, as lives have ended for more than just some. New growth has died before it was born. Nothing left, but death, hate and scorn. Thirst to those who choose to stay. A lifetime of burden from day to day. Love and hope on one’s mind, with thoughts […]
My sun dried hands clutch my heart of dreams. I look beyond my longing, forsaking lustful means. Consumed by sins of desires, I escape insanity by releasing unblemished charms. Soothing my sweet youthful soul. I reject the lust, but still hold on. Without dwelling on desires for sin, I release soulful thoughts within.
My sun dried hands clutch my heart of dreams. I look beyond my longing, forsaking lustful means. Consumed by sins of desires, I escape insanity by releasing unblemished charms. Soothing my sweet youthful soul, I reject the lust, but still hold on. Without dwelling on desires for sin, I release soulful thoughts within.
Through the darkness of one’s dreams, the light of our Savior can be seen. With his help and by his hand, he will lead us to the promised land. He is here, he is here. Praise his faith, embrace his joy. We are his, each girl and boy. Above the clouds up in the sky, […]
Good afternoon for another great TRS Thanksgiving book party. Please comment on my posts for your chance to win a paperback copy of one of my books. thank you. Clouds roll by as if in pairs. People kill people, and don’t even care. Save the lives, lay down the guns. Hug thy daughters and honor […]
Fathers and sons go off to war. Leaving behind their hearts of gold. Fields of fire, waters of blood. Didn’t they know of the horror that awaits? The happiness they had, and sacrifices made? Their dreams were shattered, but does anyone care? Fears run wild, in times like these. Watch out for yourself. Watch out […]
The trust was broken, but my love remains. I had dreams of happiness, now only pain and loss sustain. The weight of agony, was against my breast, As the love of turned to deceit. My hope forges on. Being alive, being my best. Living each day with the breath of a new chance. Going ahead, […]
Good morning all. We are still going strong with the annual TRS Thanksgiving book party. I will be awarding two lucky people who comment their choice of two books. Green leaves of summer, but no freshness of air. Days of watching, with […]
Hearts burn hot with the rage of sadness. Turning loose, turning to madness. In a world born to war, but lusting for solitude. Spirits run high in a land of plenty. As if held together with strings of laughter. Not knowing what is next, just guessing at our fate. Wanting the best, but born to […]
The fires have ceased, but the pain remains. What will they fear next? Hunger or a bullet with their name. They once had homes, families and friends, now left with no hope, only shattered dreams. Once they were happy, full of life. Then the guns came, must they take it in strife?
I was weak, but now am bold. There is a story to be told. Listen with your mind, believe what you hear. Be not afraid of what you fear. Feel his power, feel his grace. When you believe, he will embrace. The love you have for your faith, is for our lord and human race. […]
A tower of pain, for lost souls in a land where hunger reins. Man and wife talk heart to heart for their love is all that remains. Sanity stripped of the mind, only dreams allowed to stay. Why is freedom a friend to pain? Fighting for a land incased in steel. Allowing death, it just […]
Thru the darkness a light is seen, for it is the happiness of ones dreams. The remnants of lives lay where they may, for war is the land engulfed in sickness and pain. Searching for strength to escape life miseries. Killing in the name of peace. Hold back the hate, invest in humanity.
The day has started, but must I get up? Nowhere to go, no one to see. Hoping for a better life, but not just for me. All us giving our all. Still growing, learning our needs. So deep the feeling of freedom and the will to succeed. Days go on and darker into night, as […]
Good morning lovelies. Welcome to the third day of this wonderful and fun filled Please comment for a chance to win your choice of either my poetry book, or my true crime short story collection. Looking out the window, the cool air rushes by. No time for me it has, the leaves of summer on […]
Autumn leaves turn to brown. Dried and brittle, like unfounded promises. Scratching for new life, amongst a world of turmoil. Its inner strength consumed, as if drained by the jealous sun. Does it beg for the solitude of a peaceful mind, Or lust for rain it solely […]