This is about a women who in her life was successful, but couldnt help wonder if she was still in the same place at the age of thirty something as she was in her twenty's. Kids at a young age, parents who let the world teach her and family that was pulling her from left to right and eventually down like "crabs in a bucket.

This poetry book is dedicated to Mr. Davis and all his Grandeur. I hope you like all the poems, they certainly are mythological if you get my drift.

„The church means the sheep, not the walls; it does not mean anything else.The lean sheep is of no interest in the temple of the man; the barren sheep even less. But the fat sheep has room, for it has milk, wool and lambs. Not the priest is the one to handle the money if it is a need for the life of the church, but rather the economists who have in their charge the necessities of the sheep.”

Don't you hate it when some one takes thier precious time? Or cuts you off in traffic? Or acts like they didn't put the buggy (shopping cart)in the parking space? Me too.

„My angel will cover you when the judgment will be sounded for the world, and for the dead, the resurrection. You will look and you will not be able to see the world, and neither will the world be able to see you, the world that will run after you.”

This book is about a boy named Victor who through perserverence and neccesity learned to fix, glue, or patch almost anything. To those he met, there was always a story to tell a trade to be made, or a barter and always delivered with a huge smile.