Morning                                              
           ­                                                   hour
                           Jasmine-scented
    breeze
             Wafted in,
                                              slowly
        ­      Fusing  
                                   with the smell
                                                             Of earth...(rain-drenched)
                            ~

   Redolent              of
                     old,               rainy days
        and                                  
                                        intermittent
                        Sunshine.
   


             Mellow morning

Death is stalking me.
It watches me play cards,
smoke cigarettes, and
drink beer.
It took my parents, two
brothers, and all my friends.
It got Chris last week.
20 bottles of whiskey in
seven days, I suppose that
would **** anyone.
They found him on the
railroad tracks.
Death is stalking me.
I won't cheat it.
I won't escape it;
but before it gets me,
I bet I finish
this poem.

The mind left alone with the soul
The soul isolated from fear
Fears itself

Your life may be turned upside down right now.
But through this you are still standing strong here.
Your life might look dark at this very moment too.
But this is when your Light within shines it brightest.
Your world around may seem more lonely then before.
But when all this turmoil is done you shall have many friends.
Because God has used you to reveal that you is his child.

She was the fall out factor between me, him and our love,
It turned out she was his sister.
5/7/2020

If we ever stop talking...write me a letter once in a while or send me a song.