A story can do wonders for the spirit.
Of Stories
The Way of the World
Justice is wrought through biased means Petty quarrels extend to extremes Living lonely on our past delays Pushing forward rather late
Of Life
The reality of life
Poetry in Three Lines
waves rush back and forth, on the tiderolling, caressing the shoreI am but a tiny shell rocking to and fro
Haiku
Wind blowing in offmanila bay shore where birdsflock to celebrate
“No Matter What”
As the path is long
easy we will find
Wishing instead
to turn back time
They Say
A million thoughts compressed in a matter of minutes
Tomorrow
Fate decides, destiny happens
Wasted Time
Tomorrow passes as a point in time.
Images
What will be, will be determined.
Song for Father
He is by nature quiet,
A private person, if you will
His composure is mild and gentle
He takes delight in the jewels he holds dear
A Song of Exultation
And until the evening of my life, I remain
In awe and gratitude.
My heart echoes with jubilation
A resounding
song---
Of exultation!
O’er the Lea
Lone am I in fluttering flight.
In an open field of green.
The Collective Journal 
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