What makes a poet?
HIS SOUL.....

the number one rule
Never telleth a poet how to write!!!!!

Wandering the fields and forests
Listening to nature
Would I ever want to be anywhere else
No
In rain, thunderstorms, snow
There's beauty in all those things
Yes, there's beauty in the stained glass window of a church
The money spent on that window
Would have been better spent on saving a life
After all what would your God have chosen?
A fancy window or a childs life?
I'm not asking you to cast aside your beliefs
All I ask is that you respect mine

Pity the fool who does
not believe words can
change lives

SWEETHEART,

FOR SOME,
LOVE IS THE CURE.

AND

FOR SOME,
LOVE IS THE DISEASE.