Poetry: ….”The Journey.”

…The Journey ******************   Our lives… are delicate.   Our physical existence on this earthly plane, is not forever, but the heart of our souls lives on.   Objects and possessions are not to represent us, Although, the love that we have been gifted, can certainly be multiplied by thousands of times.   Each moment…

Poetry: The Piano Magic

The Piano Magic ************************************* Hidden in the backstreets within the fog of downtown New York, sat the remains of an old abandoned theater. Whispers and laughs of the yesteryear hung heavy in the air. A lonely darkness with remnants of a forgotten energy danced throughout the atmosphere. Towards the front of the ole’ performance room,

Poetry: Warrior Angels

  WARRIOR ANGELS We are not broken We are not battered…   Our souls might have shattered, but they will be mended, as each piece is put back together…   We are warriors, our hearts were not broken – they were only conditioned, so that they could grow stronger.   When the desolate fog creeps