Coming through the storm to be reborn — Let me hear you when you speak to me Logic listens up close, dig deeper than that Feel it all in technicolor, alone but in awe Go listen in the purple temple, it teaches insight A droplet let out, then gone in a flash back to sea Back to rest inside…

A poem about surviving life — Take my bones and break them If that will get me home to you I had no clue you were meant for me Until after we were through Those that got in easy Never chose to stay So I sit with fists wide open Alone to face another day A…

That fish sucks, throw it back — Love is a lot like a toothache. It doesn’t show up on Xrays, but you know it’s there. — George Burns I was born wrapped in a red flag. This should’ve been a clue about my future life but my mother just called it a rash. If a successful writer…

The plot thickens for those in the twin flame journey — The following is a channeled message for the twin flame collective. If this doesn’t mean anything to the reader, then this is not meant for you yet. The end of an old cycle is coming with a new cycle beginning. Follow the signs from Spirit. Follow your bliss and joy…

The storm always leaves a blessing behind — Broken one, stop and look around you Look within, find what you never knew was lost The child you used to be before He went astray Find every part that wants to flee and hide Observe your demons as they play amongst each other Find yourself standing in the dark alone Pay attention closely to who…

Is it dumb, or is it genius? — Some children threaten to run away from home. This is the only thing that keeps some parents going. — Phyllis Diller If the closest emotion to love is hate, then does that mean that dumb is the closest thing to genius? For my own sake, I am going to say…

Help is available for anything if you look hard enough — 90% of men are not as funny as they think they are. I just made that statistic up. Even so, this is a real issue that needs to be addressed. This article is for the unfunny men, otherwise known as the scourge of society. Consider me your wing man for…

A hard life may be a sign of greatness — Only the fallen learn how to rise Take their hate and wait for the surprise For they know not what they do They take their sorrows to aim at you They break your soul and spread hate Not understanding they are sealing their fate Take your loving heart and hold it in your hand The time…

A poem about good soldiers — War is coming, a harsh winter on the way Soldiers training, never learning to pray Fall on your knees or shout it at the sky Matters not how to do it just that you try Every beating heart must make a choice To rise up or to lose their voice Use their wings to take flight Or…