**_ Wherever there is light, the flowers will find it. Their petals, delicate and colorful, stretch toward the sun in a graceful dance of survival. Even when shadows loom and clouds gather thick overhead, the flowers wait patiently, confident the light will return. Hope rooted deep in their soil, they whisper to each other promises of brighter days.

In the same fashion, wherever there is lov...

Wherever there is the light,

The flowers will find it.

Wherever flowers bloom,

Bees will delight on the rich nectar within.

Wherever thick trunks stand tall,

Rich mosses will spread across their roots.

Wherever leaves form piles of reds, orange and yellow,

Networks of fungi will spring up.

Wherever there is you,

There is me....

The rats sense danger,

The go the other direction.

Wherever there is light,

The flowers will find it.

The baby is born,

It knows its mama.

The birds eat the worm,

They vomit it into the babies mouths.

This is natures course....

Hope is a strange thing

One moment life is no better than death

and the dark, no different than the light

but as we struggle to take our last breath

we see a glimpse of hope in our sight

Death is a strange thing

If we say we do not love

than we are dead to our heart

but if we die and rise to heaven above

our death is now worlds apart

Love is a strange thing

We can hate with all our might

But ...

The storm outside rages and the wind blows. Leaves swirl in a vortex of chaos across the cobblestone street. She first spots her through the pained glass windows. A distorted view of a woman robed for rest in the dusk of a coming stormy night.

The heavy wooden door of the All Mothers House swings ajar as she runs. “Sister!” Her voice is taken up and away by the wind. She cannot be heard. Reachi...

Wander into the dark a bit more

Harken to your dead shade

Each step a mote more profound

Reaving soul from marrow’s hold

Every eye watching but yours

Vanity pushing your cold spine

Easing you, gently to erasure

Rending you null and void

Tranquility can be hellish

Hell can be a soft place

Errant paths be by goodness paved

Right and wrong corrode in streams

Eviscerated by we men and means

Inge...

No one knows her name. No one cares.

She sits by her lonesome in the smallest, darkness corner in town. Mumbling and muttering parts and pieces of broken sentences to herself as she rocks back and forth with her head buried in her knees. And when night falls blanketing the earth, she goes home.

Most people say that she was broken by grief. Nothing remains except shattered pieces of her mind. Bu...

Dear Beth,

I hope you are well. I have a great story to share with you this time! But first, how have you been? Our parents? Tell them I say hello. And tell me all about the new school year, have you decided on a career course yet? Also, has the ship been repaired yet? You know it's difficult to get reliable news these days, but I hope this letter at least reaches you.

Of Earth I can tell you th...

The pavement shifts and crumbles beneath my feet

While the “progress” of a modern world

Buzzes like a mosquito

Annoying and bold.

Cars spew smoke

While ceaseless noise deafens ears

Not meant for this constant assault

But meant for nature’s calming cheers.

Lights flash, people scream

Buildings rise all around

Eyes behind glass leering down

At the always rushing crowd.

I feel lost, stuck in a daz...

Wherever there is light,

The flowers will find it.

When the clouds part,

The sun is able to shine.

It’s a beautiful day,

Like a work of art.

Every day you wake up in West Hollywood,

You’ve arrived,

And now you must fight

To stay alive,

It’s hard just to survive.

Money would be nice,

But I’m broke as a joke,

And I’m losing all hope,

Cause I can’t stand this place,

It only brings pain,

So don’t even...