We are swept along on
The winds of infinity.
Who we are, what we
Are, what we think is
Meaningless as our
Treatment of others
Haunts us down the
Corridors of time.
Tag: others
My Love
My love wears
A caftan.
With her long
Hair and
Facial features
Suggesting an
Exotic
Lineage,
She draws
Looks from
Others
As well
As me.
Rise to the Challenge
Hard times come to all of us
And we have different ways
Of dealing with them. Some
Of us just pretend the problem
Is not there but that just makes
It worse. Others of us are like
A knight on a white horse holding
Their lance up galloping toward
Their problem and defeating it
And winning the challenge.
Wordman of Alcatraz 