Sands Of Time

On the narrow way

Out of the Darkness, I was made into His Likeness. I aint talking maize, I mean the maze. So haze, I feared I would faint. Now I'm in his light, T'was Only by the Grace

A Dozen Roses

This book and poem are written about domestic violence and is still a work in progress

Boundless Love

Oh! This pitiful heart lunges like a dam burst When the desperate eyes catch glimpse of that dame Saccharine desires of unresisting lust That only place the guilty conscience in shame Oh! The mind that yens and pins of her mesmerizing speech When the yearning seems to devour the hope in a feast The lovelorn and ill s...