Each time I encounter one such as these my perspective swings upward and I realize how present my God really is.

I am the Judas that betrayed you yet I refuse to hang myself.

Stars twinkle in the nursery of darkness as night’s rhyme barely reaches my window.

When my soul cannot spare the energy of trying to say what I am supposed to; I am at a loss for words.

I don't claim to be an amazing writer or even that my story is unique. What I do claim, is my willingness to share it."

I’m a rainbow of ethnic reigns built from generational clouds.

My ethnological adaptation was impaled by subatomic disease.

That which was desirable leaves my taste buds salted from glaciers swimming on my faith.

Your perception of self and the dreams that you stifle causes your strength to become irrelevant and your wisdom to dance with fools.