This poem explains what I think of the people of the world. As a Christian, I'm tought to pray for all living things so that they have a happy life ahead of them. So enjoy this poem, unless you're not a fan of Christianity.
Passing through the mirror, I journeyed to the light within me. On the warm riverbank, I sit with my knees pulled up, drawn up to my bosom enveloping aged arms around me to love the older woman that I have become. Reflection is here. The Holy Spirit, breeze that wisps over shoulders covered in a well-worn shawl. I long to stay in the splendor of this now, on the other side of sight.
On Facebook, I wrote a short story in which Santa Claus dies on Christmas. This poem tell why I would do such a thing. I have no regrets, jtluk (just to let you know), I hate Santa and all of Christmas for that matter. But I like Jesus and this is what this poem centers on. Far warning: if you're a fan of Santa or don't care about Christianity, this poem is not for you.
This is a piece I love...and it is based on my opinion. It is not in any way aimed at attacking. I believe life is all about choices, and whatever choice individuals make is their own "choice". Hope you enjoy it
This piece is based on the "Igbo" meaning of "chi". To mean a personal, spiritual guide believed to determine the destiny, sucess and failure of the person or individual. It is a mystical assistant from birth through death. Most sucessful people are believed to have a good "chi". I hope you enjoy it.
We are all capable of great things, great moments, greatness ... But, we cannot perform and enjoy the rewards of our greatness unitl we understand the measure of ourselves, the depth of our personal beliefs must be a oneness of mind, body, soul, and spirit.
The Fire - A poem in three parts, I wanted to explore the fire which burns within us all. To look at how our trials affect it but how it can never be estinguished. The Fire which we all carry.
I don't believe in summaries of my poems. I occasionally will tell the story behind a poem, but you can spend too much time introducing your poems, longer than even the poem lasts and as Robert Frost said "I have already said it the best way I know how." To tell any more would detract from the poem.
I wrote this sort of for my cousin when he was sick with leukemia. But like most poems and poets, it is not just about one thing, but many, for as Walt Whitman said, I "contain multitudes."