I once was hurt with inner suffering, feeling unloved.
I once allow my flesh to guide me in this Journey of mine.
But now I see the Great Miracles happening in my life.
Some how the Holy Spirit heal me quite fast of the colds.
One minute I start to cough , my nose starts to be running .
A few minutes later the cold that I had for 5 minutes is gone.
Making me realize the power that I have through the Holy Spirit.
But its up to me asking the Good Lord to heal the cold.
The more that I spend in his Powerful Word the better that I start to feel.
I am becoming stronger through reading my Savior Word.

Free your mind
fill your eyes and ears
with poetic flows on paper

Let it be music
to your soul
sing silently to its tunes

Float, weightless
as if bound by nothing...
into the universe and beyond

Be lulled,
into a state of mindless tranquility
where words rule
governed by the light of hopes and fears

Poets write sad
poets write happy
but what do we do
when two points of view
come crashing to?
why we write and write some more
till we can write no more
for joy brings pain
and pain brings joy
the balance isn't there
so how can a poet help
but be gay?

You can live without me, and I can live without you, but who's to say we didn't already die.