The Walk

As I walk this lonely road hurting and weary, but not defeated to take my place near the golden thrown at the feet where my Father is seated

Recurring

For weeks now I’ve been having the same dream. I don’t know where, but it’s always the same place, standing in front of a dark brown apartment door, #7303. There is nothing extraordinary or memorable about the door itself, it is very much a regular door.

Too late

When I told you that I loved you It was without conscious thought Now we must live with the heart break Those three little words brought

Las Vegas Protests

Let me open by stating this, I am a Pacifist, I in no way condone or appreciate rioting or looting. Though as a man of colored skin, who has been targeted, I can understand the rage that brings forth such actions. I belong to a people whose voices are silenced, whose skin tones are feared, … More Las Vegas Protests