An angels first breath
From the morning mist...

Life call us to a beckoned call
Yet the demons make us fall...

Flame and ash rise
Through the earth...

The curtain closes
As the act of death...

This is dedicated to my wife who without I would...
How many ways can I say I love you...

Secreting tears
Defeating fears...

Man so many poems
So much truth yet...

The act of life is
Truly gods miracle...

The act of art form
Is the flow from...

This is for my dear friend Ash who has inspired me...
Sometimes we lose our way...

My poems meant to inspire
To spark that internal fire...

Everyday life taken
For granted how...