Reflective poem of a life well-lived, but fringed with guilt.
A poem about holding on and not letting the dark things in life overtake you, instead focus on the good and have faith that the good things out way the bad
A Smorgasbord of reason without rhyme, rhyme without reason.
An autobiographical, poetic tribute about my tour of duty in Viet Nam, as a 19 year old United States Marine, in 1966.
Contains Poems I have written over the years they are pretty gothic like.
The wind is calling. Are you going to listen?