It's that moment
when the pieces
of the puzzle
all combine.

And you see a
glorious picture
that you doubted
that you'd find.

And then after
when the pieces
are inspected
each with care.

You see purpose
and see meaning
each too valuable
to spare.

I only have 5 minutes
To spare this poetry
Here it goes:

5.
I do not wish to be seen
Said the old man in me
So leave me alone
Cause I don't want to be

4.
For I've been running away
This is what I hate
And I envy everyone else
Who are not in the same fate.

3.
What have I become?
Where will I go?
The questions are left unanswered
And I've searched high and low.

2.
To be strong once more
In my world full of doubt
To be strong while I lose
In my latest bout.

1.
I wish I had more time
Just like before
I only have 5 minutes
And I wish I had more.

you say my writing is
beautiful
but you forget that you’re
the one
inspiring it

Forever new books

by new writers, for a dream --


they are immortal.

when your numbers up  an angel you will be
and your final resting place you will get to see
high up in the sky way up high above
in a world of peace filled with so much love

surrounded by the angels now at last your free
safe for ever more you will always be
suffering and pain all now in the past
in your resting place you are free at last